Chapter 1
"This is a strange occurance for all of you on the Eastern coast. It appears that the projected path of Frances has changed from moving further West to moving back over to the East coast. All of you on the East coast and a little further inland take shelter, if needed. It appears that within the next few hours, you will be receiving heavy rains and possibly tornadoes and hail. Flooding it definetly possible."
Amelia watched the television screen and rolled her eyes in doubt. Flooding? Probably in Madison County, thirty miles of here, but not in Asheville. Maybe even in Weaverville, which was in higher elevation and much near Madison, but she figured the city of Asheville wasn't threatened. She continued watching the Weather Channel.
"One of the largest warnings we have, as of now, is in Buncombe, around the Leicester and Asheville areas especially."
"The storm surely won't be that bad, will it?" She asked herself.
"Well, this certainly is odd," the second anchorman said. "The projected path of Hurricane Frances was toward the Gulf of Mexico, where it would lose power quickly because of the warm front coming in. It seems there is a cold front lingering on top of the North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia; most of the Eastern states have picked up a cold front from out of nowhere."
"Which is peculiar," the other added, "because the cold fronts tend to sweep down from Canada or the West. This one seems to be remaining stationary in North Carolina. It actually possibly started there."
"A cold front?" Amelia questioned. She had been lying on the floor, lazily watching the news, but now, her interest in what was happening grew.
"Well, for all of you out there," added the second anchorman, "please take shelter, which many of you may have to do. We are predicting mass flooding and most likely power outages in some areas. And this has been the latest report of Frances from the Weather Center. We now return you to your station."
Amelia had switched off the television before her show resumed. She crawled over to the couch, and lied down on it. "Weird."
Her mother walked in, having heard about the warning on television seconds prior. "What was that all about?"
"Well, they're thinking that Frances will move towards our way. They're screaming warnings for North Carolina, which they think the cold front is coming from."
Her mother blinked. "A cold front? How can they say there's a cold front? We've been having moderatly warm weather."
Amelia shrugged. "Maybe the air is cold, but closer to the ground, it isn't. I don't think it's anything to worry about."
"But what about Rodney?"
Amelia then became a little concerned. Her boyfriend, Rodney, lived out towards Madison County. "I'll give him a call." She walked over to the phone that sat atop the coffee table, and the lights flickered when she picked it up. She listened through the receiver, and heard no dial tone. "Phones are dead?"
"The storm must the moving in," her mother reminded her.
"I'll go call on my cell," Amelia responded, and fled up the stairs. She picked up her phone, and attempted to call, but she couldn't receive a signal or service. "What the heck," the mumbled, and returned back to her mother downstairs.
"Do you think the storm is on it's way?" Her mother asked. The lights flickered again, then surgered for a moment, and left them in darkness for a few seconds, then the light returned.
"Either that or only our power is on the frits."
"Check the Weather Center again," her mother asked. "See if the storm is getting close."
When Amelia switched the television back on, she saw the doppler for only a moment. She heard people shouting out warnings for all of North Carolina and the surrounding states. The radar showed the swirling storm's power is colors of dark reds and yellows, indicating that the storm was indeed powerful. The weatherman's prediction of it hitting them has been a few hours late, and Amelia was surprised at how fast it was moving. It was moving right for her city, too.
The television picked up static, blinked on and off a few times, then shut off completly. The house rumbled violently when lightning struck nearby, and the thunder roared. The windows rattled in their frames. The lights continued to blink off and on a few times. Then, all was dark.
In the pitch black, Amelia's mother pulled a match out of her pocket, and struck it. She lit a nearby candle as the house began to shake and the rain pounded on the roof above them. She lit other candles that was displayed around the room, and neither she nor Amelia could speak of the worst that was to come.
(A little boring, I know, but I'm only starting. It doesn't seem like it's anywhere related to Resident Evil, but I'll get there. I'm just telling how everything started. Hope it seems okay so far)