A few years ago on the southwestern coast of England, birds were attacked. Everyone was shooting at them until there were very little left. The birds remember this and planned their revenge. They were going to attack the town.
Nat sat down and noticed the windows needed better boarding. So, when the tide went out, Nat left to go get supplies and wood for the windows. He lost track of time and realized the tide would be coming in shortly. He was on his way back to the house, but he was too late. The tide had come in, and so did the birds.
Nat saw the first bird, then the next, and the next, and soon he was swarmed. He was being heavily attacked by birds, while trying to get home. His house is in sight but Nat is moving very slow because he is constantly being pecked. Nat is bleeding a lot but trying to pick up his pace. Then, he trips. His wounded body hits the ground. All the birds follow and continue stabbing him.
Nat thinks his life is over. He is on the ground and has no energy. He thinks it'd be impossible to get up and that this is the end. Right in that moment, Nat hears a cry from his wife. Hearing his family makes him motivated to get back to his house and family. Nat painfully gets up and pulls himself to the house. He is determined. Nat's beat-up body bareilly gets inside, then the door shuts.
Once Nat made it into the house, his wife sat him down in the kitchen. A little while after, they realized they couldn't hear the birds. Nat wondered if they had left and given up. But just in case, he still wants to board the windows again. Still bleeding and very sore, Nat heads over to the windows.
Nat's family is in the kitchen, fearfully waiting for the birds' next attack. It's been thirty minutes since the tide came in and they only heard silence. An hour after the tide came in, there were still no birds. This was the first night in a while that they got a good night sleep. After a couple of days, the birds still didn't show and Nat knew the war was over.