October 12th, 2026.

All morning there had been weather warnings while you were staying with your best friend, Ron. Category 5, they were saying. Floods, rain.. all hell was breaking loose.

You were currently with Ron watching the news, his arm slung around you as you watched the weather reports.

“It looks like hell out there.” Ron mutters, looking down at you. “You good?” He asks softly, toying with a strand of your hair.

You nod in return as you watch the reporter on the TV look even more panicked at the worsening weather. You could even call it category 6 if that even existed.