*Nat has just finished preparing the house for another night of the birds attacking. He has begun smoking his last cigarette and has thrown the pack in the fire*
*Also in his POV*
I watched as the paper crinkled under the fires heat. Outside, I could hear the bird’s consistent tapping against the wood planks on the windows and doors.
“Nat, do you think that the wood planks will hold? The tapping is harder and much stronger.” Questioned my wife whilst biting her lip. Listening, I hear the thud of bodies hitting the wood and the quick tapping of different birds, some light and fast while others deep and less consistent.
“Don’t worry, I boarded up the windows and the doors real nice. There shouldn’t be any problems