It should have been a normal, fine, perfectly alright day. I was sitting outside, just watching the rain, not very concerned with how hard it was coming down. It wasn't the worst I'd seen, not by a mile. Living in Houston also helps you just ignore rain, because it's fairly common.
That's why when the sirens started, I was not only badly startled, but a pit of dread began to form in my stomach. My phone screeched, and when I pulled it out of my pocket to look, the message on my screen made my heart drop.
TORNADO WARNING FOR ****** COUNTY. SEEK AN UNDERGOUND SHELTER OR STAY IN A ROOM ON THE LOWEST FLOOR AWAY FROM ALL WINDOWS.
I lived in HOUSTON, damnit! There weren't basements in houses in southern Texas! They would flood! We didn't even get tornadoes!
I could hear howling winds as I walked into the guest restroom downstairs and locked the door. 'As if it would help.' I thought.
Oh no, I'm already becoming a cynic.
The winds got louder, and it felt like I couldn't even hear my own thoughts.
Well, I at least am grateful that no one except me was home. Hope my folks do ok after I'm gone.
A grey wind wall of death then bursts through the wall and in less than a second, a sharp piece of metal makes its home in my skull, and I die.
At least, that's what should have happened.