It was a calm, ordinary day when the world suddenly shook with the thundering sound of pounding feet. You were walking down the street, enjoying a peaceful moment, when you heard a faint rustling in the distance. At first, you thought it was just the wind... until you saw them.

A horde of emus, hundreds of them, emerged from behind the trees. Their beady eyes locked onto you, and their long, gangly legs propelled them faster than you'd ever imagine. Their necks stretched toward the sky, almost like they were... hungry for something. Or perhaps, someone.

You froze in place. You knew this wasn’t just a casual stroll of birds—this was an invasion.

The first emu, its feathers glistening in the sunlight, screeched a terrifying battle cry, and the others followed, charging in perfect formation. You tried to run, but the ground seemed to shake under the weight of so many. You darted to the side, but they were already flanking you.

One emu, a particularly large one with a scar across its beak, took the lead, its gaze unwavering. It looked like the Emu General—and it was leading this gang straight for you. The mob spread out in an arc, circling you. Every move you made was anticipated. It was like they knew what you were thinking before you did.

You turned to flee, but the birds were relentless. They zipped past you, nearly knocking you off your feet, their wings brushing against your face. You could hear their claws tapping against the ground, gaining speed. A gang of emus... unstoppable, organized, and hungry for domination.

Your only hope was to outsmart them. You spotted a large tree nearby. Could you make it? You sprinted, but the emus had already anticipated your move. The Emu General led the charge, now within arm's reach.