Max ran away from the storm as fast as she possibly could.
She was running from it again.
She counted in her head.
One, two, three… four… five… six?
She couldn't concentrate on how much times she'd been caught in this situation.
But when she finally thought she was safe, the storm drew closer and closer towards her.
She tried to run.
But her feet were stuck on the ground.
Why the hell can't I freaking move?!
Max looked down. Her feet weren't caught in anything. Her feet were free.
But she couldn't move.
"Help! Anyone! I'm stuck!" she called out.
There was no response except for the howl of the tornado.
Before she knew it, it was right in front of her. She was unstuck.
But she was dying.
"CHLOE! ANYONE! HELP-" she called out again, but before she could finish her sentence, she heard a female voice.
"Max!"
"Max, open your eyes!"
"Max!"
"Max?"
"Super Max!"
Max's eyes bolted open.
She was in Chloe's truck. Driving away from Arcadia.
"Chloe, oh, Chloe, I'm so ha-happy you- you w-woke me up, dear g-god..." Max panted. Her face was drenched in sweat and she was twitching.
"Okay, Super Max, what was your nightmare about?" Chloe asked. "Or day-mare, since, you know, it's..." She checked the time on the radio. "4 o' clock."
"I was- I, I- I was in a tornado, you know, the- the one that destroyed A-A-Arcadia." Max said, stuttering all the while.
"Max, calm down. The nightmare's over. Stop stuttering. Please?" Chloe asked.
"O-Okay..." Max tried to breathe deeply.
The nightmare is over… you can calm down now.
"Okay, Chloe, I think that I, um, I can tell you about the nightmare now."
"Shoot, Spider Max."
Max closed her eyes and tried to remember everything that happened. "I was in the storm, running away. I thought I was safe after running for a little while, but then I turned and the tornado was like, right in front of me. I tried to run but my feet were stuck in the grass. Then I h-heard someone yelling for me, and then I woke up."
"Damn, Max, that must have been crazy." Chloe said, rubbing Max's back.
"But we have, um, bigger problems to worry about." Max responded, exhaling in a sigh.
"Okay, yeah, so first… um… what's the first problem?" Chloe asked, turning the corner into a different town that neither of them knew the name of.
"Who's still- still- alive?" Max said, like she was forcing the word 'alive' out of her mouth.
"Um, right. So, you still have your phone, right?" Chloe asked, nodding over to Max's camera bag in the middle of the truck.
"Yeah. I'll text some people once we find somewhere to stay for the night." Max said, blinking away some dust.
"Not to sound awkward or anything, but we might be sleeping in this truck tonight." Chloe said. Now that Chloe had mentioned it, Max realized Chloe hadn't been acting like herself after she tore up the photo and sent it into the ocean.
"Hey, Chloe, what's wrong?" she asked.
"What's wrong? What do you mean?" Chloe responded, turning towards Max for a second.
"You, you're not acting like yourself. You're being really, like, I don't know how to say this, really, but, you're acting quite… kept to yourself." Max said, slightly murmuring.
"Oh..."
"Just tell me what's wrong, Chlo-ster." Max playfully punched Chloe on the arm.
"It's just- this week has been hella insane. You appear all of a sudden, tell me you say me die, tell me you have rewind powers, Kate almost jumps off a roof, you save her, you actually kiss me, and- just- Rachel is dead, and just- god..." Chloe parks the truck at the side of the road and leans on the steering wheel.
Max felt oddly heartbroken, she couldn't explain it. She tried comforting Chloe, but she pushed Max's hand away and looked out of the window in a daze.
Max decided to keep her nosy mouth shut and turned on her phone.