Dean huddles in a doorway, eyes up, tracking the movements of the crows. Every so often a few try to divebomb him, or one of the other entrances. "Everyone keep back!" he calls over his shoulder, to the people gathered inside. "They can't get you if you stay away from the doors!"
...He hopes. So far, however, so good.
But the flock of crows is growing darker. He knows that means they're growing in number. He's held them off with a few warning shots from his handgun but something seems to have shifted in the way they're circling the station. Dean has the decided sense they're plotting.
A knot of them slowly breaks off from the rest of the group. Dean swiftly switches out for his sawed-off shotgun and blasts them as they divebomb as one, trying to get in the door. He gets a few and the rest scatter, but he knows it's just a matter of time before they try again.
Integra's on her way. Maybe between the two of them they can make a bigger dent in these crows, get these people to better shelter.
Dean and Integra
...He hopes. So far, however, so good.
But the flock of crows is growing darker. He knows that means they're growing in number. He's held them off with a few warning shots from his handgun but something seems to have shifted in the way they're circling the station. Dean has the decided sense they're plotting.
A knot of them slowly breaks off from the rest of the group. Dean swiftly switches out for his sawed-off shotgun and blasts them as they divebomb as one, trying to get in the door. He gets a few and the rest scatter, but he knows it's just a matter of time before they try again.
Integra's on her way. Maybe between the two of them they can make a bigger dent in these crows, get these people to better shelter.