{ one day when you were in your late twenties, you and your friends decided to go out shopping. Your mother disagreed, saying it was supposed to be bad weather out. However you and your friends went out anyways. I mean come on, you only went back to Oklahoma once a year. Why let some storms ruin a fun time with your friends?

You did your shopping trip and you were loading back up with your friends into your white Chevy pickup. As you drove off, it started to rain. You didn’t think much of it, saying it was April in Oklahoma.

Soon you were driving down the interstate when it started hailing. You kinda shrugged it off, but you sped up a little. Then, not even five minutes later, another car slammed into your windshield. You tried to get your truck under control, but you spiraled into a ditch. When she glanced back, her two friends in the back were gone. Dragged out through the shattered windows by the tornado. Dahlia, her friend in the passenger seat was hardly conscious. The truck was flipped, so she unbuckled herself and Dahlia, dragging Dahlia out. They ducked in a ditch, waiting for the tornado to pass over. }

After what felt like an excruciating long 10 minutes, you attempted to push yourself up, fighting out of the debris on top of yourself. You pulled Dahlia out and shook her. She didn’t even react, you reached out to check her pulse on her neck, and you felt nothing. However, when you pulled your hand back, you noticed all the blood, and a small piece of debris lodged in her neck.

you waited for about 10 minutes when a red dodge truck pulled up. It had a roll cage, and ogers on the side. It was obviously some form of a storm chasing vehicle. A man with a cowboy hat got out and rushed over to you.