What Happened To The Bird In Unbroken นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I will withdraw my hand. You won't start screaming again, will you?" She stared at him with fear in her eyes. For a moment his heart turned to her. She must be very scared. When she shook her head, he withdrew his hand. She sat up and looked around. "W-What happened?" Sage plopped down on the chair beside her, and the adrenaline pumping in his veins dropped, making him shiver. "The plane hit these birds. They destroyed the engine and I had to land in the mountains." Her face turned pale as she looked out the window and back at him.

Water poured through like a waterfall. Outside the tunnel, we collapsed on the museum floor. Soaking wet. Emma coughing up water but alive. Alive. EMTs rushed over. Checked Emma. Checked me. Put us on stretchers. Loaded us into ambulances. Through the chaos, I saw Brock. Cuffed again. Soaking wet. Defeated. He looked at me one last time as they led him away. His mouth moved. No sound. But I could read the words. "I'm sorry." Then he was gone. Really gone this time. No more chances. No more threats. Just a broken man who lost everything because he couldn't let go.

The next day, Sira couldn't stop thinking about her nightmare, although she felt much better after talking to her mother. While she was playing in the yard, Sira saw a small bird flying and landing on a tree branch. The bird seemed to be struggling, one of its wings looked injured. Sira approached the bird carefully. She remembered her mother's message to always be gentle with small creatures. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," she whispered as she held out her hand.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

He stated. That was when the largest tree with hundreds of vines shot out of the ground, attacking the many birds that had been coming in at us. We increased our speed and I looked back to see that many more birds had descended on him and they tore him to shreds. I heard more screams coming from the cave where we had left the others. This mission was proving to be impossible as we were losing men. "Nathan!" Rainbow screamed again. But it was too late, I was knocked off the ground and picked up by one of the birds. Rainbow's screams intensified and I saw as she tried to break out of the cave but they held her down, stopping her pathetic attempt immediately.

POV: The time has been reversed to more than half a day ago from Birdman's perspective. After bidding farewell to two foolish bears in the jungle, the Birdman struggled to flap his wings in the hail, with one wing protecting the leather bag. He flew for a while and fortunately stumbled upon an overhanging cliff where he landed to take shelter from the midnight rain. Now, he is an adult bird from the Joke tribe and his name is Minee. He waited under the cliff until the hail transformed into rain and snowflakes before continuing to flap his wings and fly outside of the jungle. Despite flying for four or five consecutive days, he was extremely tired.

The fence is crap down here, all broken and battered, and nature’s suffering, yet again, for humanity’s dumbfuck ignorance. Even in boots I can move quietly when I need to. I’m slow and steady, making sure I talk to the bird real softly as I make my way over. He flaps hard but he can’t go anywhere. His eyes don’t leave mine at all, and when I get there he caws at me but doesn’t freak out like I thought he might. His feathers are muddy and trashed. His leg looks sore where the wire’s cut him, but it seems like he can still move it.

Two hours extends into more like three… and feels like a lifetime. My fingers are numb despite the double gloves, my toes wooden blocks inside my boots. My mind keeps circling the same thought… James could be hurt, freezing, thinking no one will ever come When Sven raises his arm and calls for the dogs to slow, my heart slams against my ribs. Ahead, through the swirling white, I see it, the torn body of the jet. Nose down in the snow, body snapped off and laying tilted but right way up. Tail snapped clean, one wing broken and supporting the rest.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I pinch myself and wake up with Fluffy licking me and everything is same old same old. Just before I pack up my stuff and go home for the day, I find myself drawn to the window and the bird pecking at a worm outside. Watching, I notice that the bird has a broken wing and can't get off the ledge. Feeling bad for him, I remember the bread from my sandwich and opened the window to feed it. It walks over to me and I feed the bread through the narrow gap between the window frames. The bird almost drops it several floors, but eats it just before it does. Shutting the window, I watch it for a few more minutes and then grab my purse.