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“You hear me, bird?!” he called, his limp becoming a hop as he struggled to keep up with her quickened pace. “You will kill us all!”
She looked back again. Bird. She felt a familiar pang in her chest and an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu swept over her. Tripping over her own feet, she fell to one knee. Before she could get to her feet again the man’s arthritic fingers grabbed at her jacket. She reached over her shoulder and grabbed his wrist.
The old man’s eyes widened. Her response was swifter than any human, and he knew it. She could see sincerity in his large eyes; he believed his words to be true. He had the eyes of someone who had seen too much.