The monkey's shrieks fill the sky, they squawk and chitter and crash, with no elegance, and scrap with each other, and root quickly and roughly, and shit over the city. Blotting out the sun, mottled red flashes between dark blurry shapes. The pitch rises and the rich stench swallows the air, hot like a steamy burrow.
They are brawling now, ever more agitated, grinning teeth ripping at pinioned arms. Bodies, limbs are hurled to the ground, while people dash for cover. Dark blood buckets on stone pavings. Ever more excited, the smell drives them to a heightened frenzy.
People caught exposed are thrown to the ground by sweeping winds of the beasts, the less fortunate lifted by anguished gangs and torn to pieces in the tumultuous cloud, outstretched fingers disappearing, desperate screams cut short into violent gurglings. A panic of its own fills those on the ground, and a storm of frantic escape falls upon them, old driven under reddened heels, small acts of heroism deadened by the crush, eyes wide, nostrils flared, panicked beasts.
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