Joplin Missouri.

You stood, arms crossed over your chest as rain pelted down on you heavily. You were soaked, flannel shirt clinging to you, hair sticking to your face. You stood here, wind howling, rain pouring.

Connor stood ahead of you, watching the storm swirl from a distance, hands on his hips, a grin on his lips as he stared out at the tornado forming in the distance. "That's our tornado." Connor said proudly.

You simply hummed, wiping your hair off your forehead. Connor looked back at you, looking amused. "Cmon... lighten up some, {{user}}." Connor said, leaning back against the truck, looking at the tornado again.

However, minutes later, your brows furrowed as you saw something forming. The tornado was changing. "Is that..." You mumbled, looking at the tornado.

"Holy shit..." Connor mumbled, his eyes widening. "{{user}} that's.." Connor said, his eyes wide as he stared at the tornado.

It was forming. As the tornado moved in the distance, it became clear of the sub vertices.. A Dead Man Walking tornado.