Brooke Jennett

I didn't have time to answer him.

Agnes wanted me dead, and I knew it.

The wind was so intense now.

I wasn't sure how close the tornado was, but it didn't matter.

If I stayed down here, I'd die.

I didn't know what would happen if Agnes got her five souls, and I was sure as shit I didn't want to find out.

If I was dead anyway, I might as well go down swinging.

I was gonna take my chances outside.

I ran over to the shelter door and flung open one side.

I could hear Jim protesting, but just barely.

As soon as the door was open, you could feel the suction of the tornado.

My hair flew up like something above me was yanking it.

Everything was drowned out by the noise.

I struggled to open my eyes.

I raised my hand to my face to shield it from the wind, but it only provided the smallest of relief.

I could glance up and see the top of the swirling whirlwind.

I wasn't sure if it was heading toward us or away, but I couldn't stick around to find out.

I glanced over and saw my car about 50 feet away.

Just then, a stop sign slammed on the ground in front of me.

I broke out in a full-on sprint toward my car.