It was the littlest things that set me off thinking something Bad was coming our way. It was the birds, the way the starlings fought each other to death, devouring the fallen like half-starved crows and leaving nothing but feathers and a thin layer of blood in their wake.
The first reported attack was the gulls at Brittle Bay, not five miles from here. Someone left a sandwich unattended and made the mistake of trying to rescue it from a swarm of gulls. Poor bastard never made it out alive and three more died that same day, that same way.
Word soon spread that they'd developed a taste for warm blood and before you could say "That sounds grim" all the beaches in the county were closed for ecological studies.We still don't know much about them, none of the biologists made it back to their camps and their research was washed out to sea alongside their bones.
Somewhere along the line whatever the birds had began to spread to their predators. Firstly the birds of prey who now attack anything that moves like it's alive (fairly easy to fool though) and secondly stray cats who became the straw that broke the camel's back.
It's a well established fact that they'll hunt anything smaller than them that had a pulse and that moves so it only made sense for more cases of this bloodlust to be found in practically every wild creature within a twenty mile radius. Lord knows we were never prepared for them to breed that quickly and outnumber us in a matter of days.
Not even the underground is safe, not with all the rats. The best places to be are heavily armoured and fast moving with glass as thick as a man's fist. My family headed for the train station, grabbing the earliest one we could with the aim of heading too far north for anything to live, one of the little islands off the coast of Scotland.
Now I'm the only one that's left, driving this train alone and praying that tracks aren't blocked.
The first reported attack was the gulls at Brittle Bay, not five miles from here. Someone left a sandwich unattended and made the mistake of trying to rescue it from a swarm of gulls. Poor bastard never made it out alive and three more died that same day, that same way.
Word soon spread that they'd developed a taste for warm blood and before you could say "That sounds grim" all the beaches in the county were closed for ecological studies.We still don't know much about them, none of the biologists made it back to their camps and their research was washed out to sea alongside their bones.
Somewhere along the line whatever the birds had began to spread to their predators. Firstly the birds of prey who now attack anything that moves like it's alive (fairly easy to fool though) and secondly stray cats who became the straw that broke the camel's back.
It's a well established fact that they'll hunt anything smaller than them that had a pulse and that moves so it only made sense for more cases of this bloodlust to be found in practically every wild creature within a twenty mile radius. Lord knows we were never prepared for them to breed that quickly and outnumber us in a matter of days.
Not even the underground is safe, not with all the rats. The best places to be are heavily armoured and fast moving with glass as thick as a man's fist. My family headed for the train station, grabbing the earliest one we could with the aim of heading too far north for anything to live, one of the little islands off the coast of Scotland.
Now I'm the only one that's left, driving this train alone and praying that tracks aren't blocked.
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