06-25-2013, 07:42 PM
Two deaths had appeared in the paper recently. People just didn't know what to think of it. Really, it was the strangest thing. The bodies had been found ripped, and punctured by what appeared to be hundreds of poultry. Having reported these stories, Lazlo didn't know what to think. One of those victims was a dear friend of his, and yet he could not explain it. Walking out to his car after work, a strange caw echoed from the dark. He ignored it and carried on to unlock his car. There again it called, as he opened his door, and with a short glance, he spotted two red eyes glaring at him. Frantically slamming his car door and flooring the accelerator, Lazlo turned onto the main road. He just kept going, for fear of the unknown. Quick glances as he went revealed many terrifying things, red eyes, or were they lights? Scratching or was it... a large white feathered bird slammed into his windshield. He got out of his car, checking to see if it was alright, then accessed the damage of his car, a cracked windshield and a bowling ball sized dent in the hood. The chicken got up, unbeknownst to him and called out. Soon the car would be the least of his concerns.
BEWARE
OF
CUCCOS!
OF
CUCCOS!