Early morning shadows (open)

Grey eyes stared off into the distance, not looking at anything, as if lost in thought. Dimitri Carrow was lost in thought. His mind was bent on the whispers in his head, in his ears. Murmurs. He didn't know what they were saying, they were barely distinguishable.
But he knew they were there.
No one else could hear them - but he could. Why? He lifted his hand up to his gaze. So cold. Why was he so cold?
The screech of a bird startled him back into reality and Dimitri staggered back a couple of steps. The bird hit a window just above him and fell, scattering loose feathers around him before it hit the ground with a slight sickening thud.
Not even birds were safe from falls.
Dimitri felt a tingle run down his spine. He continued to stare at the bird for a few more moments before taking a few steps towards it and bending down. His eyes strained for signs of life. There were none. The impact had killed it.
He rocked back on his heels.
Dead. There wasn't anything he could do about that.
It was only a matter of time before they all were.