Frank was close, but knew he had no hope of getting to the store in time. He made a quick leap over the overturned wreak of a motorcycle and onto the hood of a windowless car. Sparing not a second Frank then leaped down onto the cold pavement again on the other side of the row of cars and ran towards the van. He made one final jump into the interior and slamed the door shut behind him. For a split second he thought he was safe, but was soon met with the fatal error in his judgement. To his absolute horror the door of the van slid back open just as the birds made their final descent. It was broken and couldn't be closed ever again. Frank screamed in fear and pain as the hellspawn pulled him from the vehicle as he flailed about wildly. He soon fired off the last two shots in his revolver, both misses. It would be only minutes before Frank passed out from shock... never to wake up again. By the time the sun finally appeared in the sky the next day all that remained of his body was a bloodied skeleton laying on the ground with an empty revolver still in its hand.
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