Vengeance of The Crow | Jazzed About Stuff

That morning I had woken up before my alarm to the sound of a cat dry-heaving in what seemed like the dead of night. I sprinted out of my bed and quickly turned on the kitchen light to find the floor tile void of hairballs. I looked down at the cat looking unfazed at the seemingly urgent situation and watched her calmly walk away into another room as though nothing was wrong. This was my first warning.

I suppose I can go on my run outside a little earlier today. I thought to myself. The sunrise, nautical or otherwise, was nearly an hour away, so I decided to change my morning schedule around to do some of my indoor exercises with weights prior to my morning run outdoors. This was my first mistake.

After I had finished my workout indoors, I laced up my tennis shoes, grabbed my running gear and various defense mechanisms, pulled up my hot pink neck gator, and grabbed my phone. I opened the fitness app to track my mileage and decided to hold the phone in my hand while I took off at a steady jogging pace. This was my second mistake.

I was already a couple of miles into a strenuous run down the path of trees adorned with vibrant reds, oranges, and browns when I heard a murder of large black crows gathering on top of nearby street lamps. I looked up to see the large birds quickly swarming overhead. Several of the creatures…