Prologue
Lana stepped under the spray of her shower. A sigh escaped the eighteen-year-old girl. She let the warmth from the water ease the stressed muscles of her back.
It had been a humid, cloudy Oregon day. The weatherman had said it would rain all afternoon and night. She heard the wind picking up outside. Then, there was an interesting noise.
The tornado sirens were going off.
'There's never been a tornado here. It's probably just another false alarm.' Lana thought as she ignored the sirens.
A rumbling noise steadily grew louder and started to shake her apartment. , the building collapsed on top of her. A piece of wood pierced Lana's throat.
As the girl passed out, she heard a voice whisper to her.
"It's time to come home, little one."
AN: If you want to see the rest, review. I'll post chapter one as soon as I have it written.
