Dr. Carter Alternate Ending

Tom screamed and hopped over the carcasses desperate to escape the hospital. The doctor was close behind him pushing the stretcher gaining speed. Tom reached the window and looked down. It was too high of a jump and nothing soft to break his fall. The doctor had cornered him. Tom could smell the rank and pungent smell of rotting flesh and eggs. He had a choice between jumping and possibly dying or being slaughtered by the savage maniac. He broke the window with his fist feeling the glass shards shred his skin causing it to leak blood everywhere. He closed his eyes and jumped before the doctor could catch him.
Tom fell in slow motion out of the window. The time seemed to freeze. He opened his eyes and enjoyed the nice view for a split second.
Tom was not afraid to face this old man, who was now holding a cane. The doctor rapidly spun the cane in a circular motion generating a large whirling tornado. Tom, frightened, stepped back ready to run for his life. Doctor Carter now aimed it in his direction. The large gray tornado sucked up everything in its path, hurtling toward Tom, who stood motionless not knowing what to do. When the whirling column of air neared him, he realized that it was a horde of thousands of black crows, all with sharp beaks and pointy claws. The birds flew past him ripping of pieces of flesh and tearing his clothes. Tom ran around in circles trying to get the vicious crows off his body. Before, when he worked as a cemetery caretaker, the crows were his allies feeding on dead bodies that he had forgotten to bury or eating garbage or trash that he littered. Now, as an asylum patient, the crows hated him ripping of his flesh and gobbling it up. He pulled of the last of the crows and charged at the doctor before he could spin another horrible tornado. He tackled the old man and took his cane, which he used to repeatedly beat him. Finally, the doctor lay motionless on the