The Mutant Crows

This week's Fiction Friday post is actually a story from the past. The new story I'm working on is taking me longer than expected, so I decided to bring you this one for now. I want the other one to come out right, so it will wait until it's properly finished. Hopefully this one is entertaining as well.

Fiction Friday

I was listening to the radio in my car, and they had a breaking news story. "Mutant Crows Are Attacking People Throughout The Area!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could something like this happen on Halloween, of all days? Why would crows attack people? What was a mutant crow? Was my radio really on? Let's find out!

At once I looked out the window, and saw them flying around up in the sky. I hoped they weren't coming this way, but then they turned and came right toward me. I have to say, I was still skeptical. But then the massacre began!

They flew down and immediately started landing on people's heads. They began pecking at their skulls! It was horrible! People were running everywhere, but there was nowhere safe from these evil creatures. They seemed to be super intelligent and very organized.

They would fly in groups towards someone, and surround them. Then one would break off from the group and attack. The humans had no chance! The crows were far too intelligent, and they had us outnumbered! They kept on with the attack, and people were falling everywhere, with crows pecking at their heads. The situation was looking bleak, but the worst was still coming!

The crows started ripping people's brains out through their ears. It was a completely disgusting scene! I felt horrible for them. These people were laying there quivering, while the crows seemed to be enjoying an evil holiday meal. How could we end this?

Then someone had an idea, "Let's make a scarecrow!" That was a great idea! Scarecrows were the traditional boogeymen for crows. This would stop them! Everyone that was left went right to work making scarecrows with whatever they could find. Soon there were several of them up and ready. We would soon see victory!

The crows finally took notice of this, and flew over to see what was happening. We were all ready for them. As soon as they saw the scarecrows, they all in unison let out a large squawk. This was it!

Then they swooped down on the crowd. Our plan didn't work! We were now the target of their evil attack. Even the scarecrows weren't safe! They started pecking away at us, and it was too late to fight. It was all over now. The crows had won.

Even through all of this, and as I felt the pecking on my head, I wondered why they called them mutant crows. But as the light faded from my eyes, and the darkness began to close in, I looked up and saw the most frightening thing yet. Now I knew why!

The crowds of people were back up and walking, but they had been changed. They now looked only half human. The other half was crow! The very last thing I saw was one of the scarecrows. It now looked as much like a crow as the humans, and it was alive. It was looking right back at me.

Somehow I woke up! I wasn't dead! I thought I was done for, but I felt fine. As I looked around me, I realized that I wasn't where I was before. I was at home, safely in bed. It was only a dream. Man, was I relieved! That was a really bad dream! At least it's over.

If I go out today and this really does happen, I would like to be the first one to welcome our new mutant crow overlords. If it doesn't, at least I'm prepared.

So you think this story was bad? I'd like to see you come up with a better one in an hour and a half. Really! If you have one, leave a link in the comments section. I'll be sure to take a look.