Ch. 89: Mass-Exodus, Part 3

T/W: Foul Language

I glared back at the passing strangers. What do you want me to do? Fight the birds like some maniac? The next thing I needed was to have everyone on the internet know who I was, and assume I was some lunatic who went around stomping birds that blocked my way. People already had their phones pulled out, recording like that was how they expected it to unfold.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, attempting to ignore them all and walk around the pair of birdiots. I didn't make it far before the stick-wielding crow hopped in front of me, blocking the stairs. It swung madly, as if I were the one who picked a fight with it.