Weaver starts to pass one murder of crows after another. “What are they are waiting for” Weaver asks aloud. He has a special relationship with them, they respond to his tone and have fathomless memories. They’ve saved him many times from Stalkers, and often warned him of a Murderer’s presence.

Here they were, lining the bare trees, their weight snapping weak limbs off young saplings. They only do this when they can’t feed Weaver thought, what’s keeping them at bay? The vultures had doubled in number, but seemed to maintain a consistent elevation. Some dove, but then quickly retreated.

As Weaver grew closer to the phenomena, he realized they were circling over Quarryland Nursery. The doctors were twins, brother and sister. Jan and Jen were born mute, Jan was blind, Jen was Deaf. The hunters hated them, the twins stopped them from hunting to extinction, a hunter’s heaven.

When Weaver rounded the corner, he could see Jan and Jen protecting a large unmovable form. Something’s not right.