The chickens waste little time in rushing to claim the scattered offerings the boy has left for them. You nearly void yourself as you catch a glimpse of an enormous chicken beak smashing down into the soil with a mighty THWAM and retreating as quickly as it descended, replacing a chunk of chicken feed with nothing but air and a plume of dirt particles. That simple peck heralds an entire flurry of them, as the chickens enter into a feeding frenzy, each competing for the scant bits of minutia they've been offered. White feathers. Brown feathers. Black feathers. The giant birds are varied in plumage and appearance, but indistinguishable in behavior. They each want a bite to eat.
You look upwards and feel your heart nearly freeze as you see a bird gazing directly down at you. But she maintains her glance for new more than a few seconds before she turns her attention to a nearby grain and thrusts her beak downward, quickly stealing it away into her ravenous maw.
You cannot remained paralyzed by fear. You quickly decide to bolt forward ,and not a moment to soon. Not one but two beaks smash down right behind you, the butting of heads combined with your sudden movement allowing you to just barely evade capture. You rush into the shade beneath a chicken's bottom, knowing full well that you cannot hide there for long. Each bird is constantly in motion, each step leaving behind a deep talon-shaped crater into the soil. Bits of chicken feed are pounded into crumbs, and those crumbs are either seized by a greedy maw or pounded further into dust. What cover you can find under any of these birds is fleeting at best. And so you bolt forwards, managing to make it past the initial swarming of the birds.
Unfortunately, the chicks scattered near the larger crowd prove to be just as much a threat. One of the yellow-furred bird babies eyes you, lets out a warped chirp, and proceeds to rush you down, its head held low as it attempts to sweep you into its beak. With nary a chance at outrunning it, you double back, willingly running back into the forest of talons and sheltering beneath a canopy of feathers. The little bird hesitates before advancing upon you, competition be damned.
You retreat further, rushing well past the underside of the chicken, and find yourself once more at the epicenter of the feeding frenzy. Looking upwards, you can see that the chickens have slowed their pecks. They're eying the ground below analytically for a few seconds. With every peck the pickings grow more slim, and the need to search for a morsel intensifies. Unfortunately for you, you happen to qualify as one such morsel. With every peck, your odds of getting eaten increase. Sure enough, you find yourself getting directly scrutinized by several birds, and one eventually decides to go for a peck. Again you leap back just in time, earning an irate squawk from the ebon feathered bird, who tries to advance forward, pushing aside two of her compatriots as she goes for the kill
You break into a sprint away from the big bird, hopeful that the baby bird abandoned its hunt for you. The chicken squirms against its adjacent compatriots, the crowd of the coop being the only thing preventing her from seizing you up into her beak within a few seconds of your sprint. As you run, you hear a laugh from the edge of the coop. Turning your head, you see the smooth bare legs and the short bluejean shorts of the giant boy. He's leaning forward, his toes rested against the wooden base of the coop, looking down at you with playful curiosity. Seeing the chickens go for a meal that moves must be more entertaining to him than whatever it was he was playing earlier.
The boy reaches into the bowl and flings a danmaku barrage of birdseed down onto the coop below. The boulders blot out the sun and crash against the ground in a cacophony of thwacks. You manage to avoid getting smashed by any of them, but the seeds themselves should be the least of your concerns. The swarm of chickens, realizing that more meals await, begins to advance behind you. Their talons quickly outpace your escape attempts, and once more you find yourself at the heart of the frenzy. The bird that spied you before forgets you as soon as it sees a better chance at a meal, but that doesn't at all diminish the threat you face. You pant in and out in terror as the birds once more descend upon the dirt with their massive beaks. They're already making short work of the new wave of food the boy had to offer...and by now, you know what that means. With every peck comes a modest decrease to your life expectancy....and if the chickens were ever to lower the amount of available morsels down to just one...
Desperate to get yourself off of the menu, You decide to to take shelter beside the talon of one of the nearby chickens. You watchin awe as she smashes her beak down and procures three pellets in quick succession. But she soon advances forward, away from you, and you find yourself nearly getting unwittingly crushed by another bird. You hide beneath it, knowing you cannot flee from the middle of the pack lest you open yourself to predation from the younger birds.
Eventually, the pickings begin to thin out, and with it the birds begin to spread around the coop. The boy flings more barrages of chicken feed, but they eventually grow so spread out over the coop that the chickens no longer feel compelled to compete over a single area. The chickens scatter and begin individually hunting for chicken feed.
At first, you are relieved by this development. The chickens no longer pose quite so obvious a threat to your existence when they're nowhere close to you. You observe your surroundings, and at this distance, the baby chickens are almost cute. What's less cute are the lumps of shit that you've now noticed scattered about the coop. A few of the birds have already taken it to relieving themselves. Their droppings are each far bigger than you are.
As time progresses, the brutal reality that the odds are rigged against you begins to set in. The several hundreds of chicken feed pellets soon dwindle to a few hundred. Then they dwindle to several dozen. Then a few dozen. It becomes apparent that the chickens' hunger will only be satiated once they've pecked the coop until it is devoid of any suitable meal. And even then, that might not be enough. While the chickens may not be as frantic as they once were, they are still on the hunt.
Soon, you are spotted by a chicken with brilliant brown feathers. She squawks and stomps her way forward, forcing you to retreat until your back is to the wooden barrier. You desperately attempt to climb over it, and then attempt to crawl under it. But you simply cannot escape. You gasp in terror as the chickens talons trample into the earth, the bird quickly advancing upon you.
Not wanting to get eaten, you bolt along the edge of the coop, the chicken quickly speeding up to follow. As you run along the perimeter, you spot a slight gap in the woods. Could it be? Could you actually get out of this mess? You thank the heavens that you were able to make it to safety. You're almost there. You turn your head back to see the bird advancing for you. It hasn't broken into an outright sprint, likely deeming you to not be worth a full blown run. That giant bird will be sorry though, when you slip out from its clutches.
At last, you make it to the crack leading out of the coop. Freedom is in your grasp
And then the beak of the black feathered chicken from earlier smashes down around you, snapping your backbone in half and crushing your pelvis. In an instant the bird lifts its head up , testing the moving prey for struggles. Finding some resistance, it eases its beak's hold on you, onlt to open swide and smash w once more, crippling you even further. "Looks like we have a winner!" The boy bellows as the giant bird lifts its head up and send you plummeting down into the depths of its crop, which is already filled with chicken feed.
You're left to groan miserably in the darkness of its crop as the chicken struts about the coop. Its every intense pecking motion is nauseating, but that nausea is nothing compared to the searing pain rocking your entire body and the inevitability of your demise. As you lie there in the darkness, you wait to see if the boy has anything else to say about you. He doesn't. He truly must have assumed you to be nothing more than a bug that he could freely feed to the birds.
Unfortunately, you manage to survive long enough to enter into its gizzard alive. When you first encountered the chicken feed, you mistook the pellets for boulders. But the bird's gizzard very much contains actual rocks, and those rocks are well equipped to pulverize you into nothing but a mulch. It does not take long, a minute or so at most, but you are left to suffer in absolute agony for your last moments as your body is literally pounded into a pulp. You die in the darkness of an ordinary hen's belly, forgotten and alone. That chicken goes on to lay several eggs before becoming a barbecued bird itself, feeding a somewhat overweight middle school boy at a local diner.
As for you, your remains are shat out upon the chicken coop, quickly joining the ranks of innumerable other turds, this one no more worthy of comment than the others, aside from a tiny scrap of metal barely visible among the mushy stool.
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