[The carrion crows croak, drawing into tighter clusters as another crow comes fluttering down from the trees. It's larger than the others, with an oily sheen on the edges of its wings, and it lands in the center of the park walkway with a ponderous weight that's strange for its size.
And then, under it, the cement cracks, and cracks again. The crow lifts its beak, crying out: two hoarse caws, and then, as though it's cleared its throat, words.]
[It spreads its wings wider, and wider, arching over the trees as the crow expands to the size of a horse, then the size of a house, and tilts its head. One eye bulges, yellow-red, from its sleek black head, and it looks down, judging its prey.
The beak whips down with the speed of a striking snake.]
LI TIEGUAI - FLU SEASON
And then, under it, the cement cracks, and cracks again. The crow lifts its beak, crying out: two hoarse caws, and then, as though it's cleared its throat, words.]
S͙͎̫̫͔̠͍̦̞̐ͪ̇̓ͬͣ͊ṁ̨̳͕̖̠̝̌̔ê͈̖̍̋͛̇̊̍̆̿l̢̞̖̭̫̬ͨ͑͆́̊͑ͅͅļ̺̅͊́s̵̷̤͍͖̮̲̣͛ ͨ̄ͩͫ͆͒͏̸̢̠͈̮̲̞̮̖̬t̸̢̜̪͖̤̗̥̫̖̗̅̒ͩ́̽̆ͧ͑̀ạ̛̜̮̓͆͝sͮ͒̉ͨ̍̒͐̈́͌҉̮̗͘ṫ̢̧̙͎̣̖̉͆ͨͪ́͆̚y͕̪̗̫̲͚͆ͬͯ̅̃̽̓ͅ…
[It spreads its wings wider, and wider, arching over the trees as the crow expands to the size of a horse, then the size of a house, and tilts its head. One eye bulges, yellow-red, from its sleek black head, and it looks down, judging its prey.
The beak whips down with the speed of a striking snake.]