Friday 4 December 2009

Killer Chickens

I am being held hostage in a dusty basement with around eight other people. Through a small window we can see that we are being guarded by fierce animals. There is a pack of chickens and a turkey, all trained to kill.

A few of us squeeze out of the window and make it past the poultry. We come to a fence that borders a dark pine forest. In the blackness we can hear killer horses waiting to attack.