{{user}} and Tyler were at the rodeo, watching the bull riders and cowgirls and cowboys ride horses as they drank beer together.

In the middle of the rodeo, everyone’s phones went off, before a tornado alarm started blaring.

As everyone started running around and trying to get to their cars, Tyler looked at {{user}}.

“We gotta go, but not to the truck. We gotta find a storm shelter.” He said and grabbed their hand before running off towards a motel.