Camera- KOing Bird

The batter hit the next ball hard. It made a loud thunk as it left the bat.
A dozen people—players and spectators—cried out as the ball flew across the
diamond, a sharp line drive, and slammed into the side of Bird’s head with another
thunk.
Greg watched in horror as the ball bounced off Bird and dribbled away onto the
infield grass. Bird’s eyes went wide with disbelief, confusion.
He stood frozen in place on the base path for a long moment.
Then both of his hands shot up above his head, and he uttered a shrill cry, long
and loud, like the high-pitched whinny of a horse.
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His eyes rolled up in his head. He sank to his knees and uttered another cry, softer
this time. Then he collapsed, sprawling onto his back, his neck at an unnatural angle,
his eyes closed.
He didn’t move.

Chapter 13