Wails of a tornado sirens rang. You, and your 4 friends Brightney, Vee, Shelly, and Tisha are hiding. You were stuck, as a huge piece of debris covered the door. Thankfully, you guys were on and first floor, and in a room with no windows. Tisha is hyperventilating, Vee was trying to act nonchalant, Shelly was crying into her hands, and Brightney was trying not to cry.

“WE ARE GONNA DIEEE!” Tisha wailed, practically panicking.