“Damn creepy birds,” she mutters, taking a bite of ice cream.
Then she’s convinced they’re following her. Her friends would shake their heads, say she’s paranoid. But as she glances over her shoulder, she realizes they are following her. And they’re getting closer. She breaks into a run, but they speed up as well. When she sees a few lift up into flight over her head, she panics. She tosses her ice cream cone over her shoulder in hopes of either taking one out or distracting them as she makes her escape.