Chapter 48. Ravens

We all turn, bug-eyed, mouths gawping, and watch where it goes and then crap ourselves and almost die of simultaneous heart attacks. Squealing in unison like feeble girls, the entire flock of black ravens shoots right across the truck like a black swipe. Skimming the roof, blocking out the light and windshield, we’re drowned out by a bizarre loud noise of beating wings and zooming air, impossible to ignore.

Visually we follow it to the right, exposing a grimy, overgrown, and barely visible dirt road between unkempt trees. Almost obediently, we all crane our necks to stare at the dense undergrowth in stunned silence. Poised and watching as we all attempt to calm our breathing and ponder what this just meant.

“I think we follow the birds now?” Meadow points out, clutching her chest and fanning her face to recover from the heart failure we all experienced. “Those damn birds, I swear if I catch one, I’ll wring its scrawny neck for scaring us like that.”

“I don’t wanna,