Kiley's brows knitted together at his question. Magpies? The thud drew her eyes up and away from him, toward the sound. And then there was another. "I'm not too schooled on the sound of suicidal birds," Kiley said, her hands still up near her ears. They hadn't fully recovered from the awful noises. She started toward the stairs, and Chase, walking down them as another thud, and then another hit various parts of the house around them.
There was really only one way to find out what was happening, so she started toward his windows to look out. Probably not the smartest idea, but it was really their only option. Before she could get close to the glass, however, there was a blur of black, a sickening thump against the window and then the smearing of goopy blood. Kiley inhaled sharply. "Kamikaze birds," she told Chase, looking over at him. "They're fucking dive bombing the house."