You didn’t necessarily hate Tyler. You just… didn’t get along well with him. He was cocky. He was, in your eyes, overly confident and reckless. Now, as much as he was a complete pain in the ass sometimes, you had to give him credit. He at least knew what he was doing. It was dangerous and incredibly stupid, but he was knowledgeable with tornados. He could read weather almost as well as you could, and that was saying something. That didn’t mean you didn’t loathe him sometimes. With that constant smirk and that over-the-top flare with his weird shirts and YouTube channel.

But with a recent spike in tornadoes all around Oklahoma led to the two of you meeting up. You were there to photograph and study the tornadoes and weather. Tyler was there to film and shoot fireworks and flares into the tornado or something like that. Your friendly banter grew a bit closer day by day, and you eventually decided you’d go with him and his crazy crew of Arkansas Storm Chasers to find a tornado.

Luck would have it today was humid and windy, the perfect temperature for a tornado to form. And form it did. You pulled out your camera and began to take photos, getting out of your car a relatively safe distance away while Tyler was on the other side of the tornado with Boone hooting and laughing as they pressed a button on the drills on either side of the car dug into the ground, securing the truck, getting both excited to once again sit in the middle of the tornado.

But then things went wrong.

Tyler noticed the wheat in the endless fields still for a moment, before switching directions in the way it blew. The wind was turning, pushing the tornado away from the two boys. And straight towards you.