Through The Storm

Summary: A storm of epic proportions is building in the Midwest and tearing eastward. As Lakewood’s third grade class heads to camp, this epic monstrosity comes barreling towards their home. Can anyone survive? Can also be found here on


As rain began to fall in Elwood City, there wasn’t a single smile on anyone’s faces. Meteorologists, red-faced and breathless, were shouting on every channel for people to take cover and prepare for the worst. Nothing like this system had ever been seen before, and they wanted to make sure everyone, even aliens on nearby planets, knew that this was the most horrible thing they’d ever seen. Even geologists, scientists of rocks, were brought in on some networks to explain how no evidence had even been found of an event like this.

The real evidence was located in towns like Omaha, Nebraska. A tornado had hit there from a supercell spawned in the center of the giant line of storms reaching from Canada to Mexico. There was no warning, as radars could not penetrate the thick cloud cover and rain to see the storm coming. Residents knew when it hit because there was no mistaking it. It was the most powerful tornado ever recorded. Meteorologists were stunned as they realized the horrific truth: If the Fujita scale hadn’t been enhanced, the storm would’ve been the first ever F-6 tornado, and the difference between an EF-5 and an EF-6 was unmistakable.

As jets from the United States Air Force flew over to survey the damage, they began to doubt their GPS systems. The storm system was long gone, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to fly, but they had no idea what they were looking at. That’s because a chunk of northern Omaha was entirely gone, blown to oblivion, and some buildings no longer had a foundation to speak of. There was no debris field either like regular tornadoes. Even that was gone.

Reports of a toilet launching into a lawn in Kentucky confirmed their suspicions: The debris was launched into the atmosphere by the powerful tornado, and now it would rain down east of the epicenter as the storm weakened enough to drop the items, not that the system was weakening.

As news of the Omaha disaster spread, other stories of powerful EF-5 tornadoes and hailstones the size of grapefruits came from affected towns. Many were damaged by both high winds, hailstones, and heavy flooded, but people were surviving as best as they could. Some floated along on the shells of houses, trying to avoid power lines that dangled in the water, crackling loudly as the electricity within them made contact with the water. Hundreds were destined to die this way, though many of the bodies hit by the current were already doomed to drowning in the strong currents. Many more were hit by debris as buildings crumbled. The survivors were doing just that, surviving, but they warned people back east to pray. Even an atheist dropped to their knees in the middle of Oklahoma City praying to a god they didn’t know they believed in. Why? Somehow her home was spared while everything else was gone, flooded or blown off the map, and she was too grateful not to believe that Something or Someone had saved her.

Elwood City would obey the warnings. The Read’s were out of the city with Thora, enjoying games of checkers and stories of days gone by from Thora and Mrs. MacGrady. The Frensky’s were sipping champagne with the Crosswire’s on a private beach next to a huge private villa, far from the devastating storms. It was everyone else that needed to be careful, and careful they would attempt to be. Bitzi moved to her bedroom, hoping to avoid the flood that was sure to follow the onslaught of giant raindrops pounding the pavement outside. She had to survive the storm so she could see her baby again.


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