The Unnaturals Prequel - Cataclysm
You decide that you can't take the risk of running into the opening and pausing, the storm behind you is so loud that you're sure it will consume you in seconds if you stop.
You must keep running, through the woods, over logs, under brownish-green leaves... leaves that are slowly turning black. The Puritan city must be close right? You knew it was in an easterly direction, but you could've strayed very easily in any other direction.
Your breathing becomes worse as smoke begins to billow around you. You were already finding it hard to pant and keep up your pace, now it seems impossible. You glance behind you to see that the orange and red of the fire is just yards behind you and the powerful winds are sucking the trees right out of their roots up into the sky. You feel it tugging at you as well.
Up ahead, there is another clearing, and you're sure that must be where the city is!
But it's too late, before you can reach the edge of the tree line, a loose log in front of you raises unexpectedly due to the suction and you trip over it, sprawling into the dry moss and hitting your head on a root system.
Fortunately for you, the blow dazes you enough so that the brief moments of the storm sucking you into the air and disintegrating your flesh is less painful than it would have been otherwise.
You must keep running, through the woods, over logs, under brownish-green leaves... leaves that are slowly turning black. The Puritan city must be close right? You knew it was in an easterly direction, but you could've strayed very easily in any other direction.
Your breathing becomes worse as smoke begins to billow around you. You were already finding it hard to pant and keep up your pace, now it seems impossible. You glance behind you to see that the orange and red of the fire is just yards behind you and the powerful winds are sucking the trees right out of their roots up into the sky. You feel it tugging at you as well.
Up ahead, there is another clearing, and you're sure that must be where the city is!
But it's too late, before you can reach the edge of the tree line, a loose log in front of you raises unexpectedly due to the suction and you trip over it, sprawling into the dry moss and hitting your head on a root system.
Fortunately for you, the blow dazes you enough so that the brief moments of the storm sucking you into the air and disintegrating your flesh is less painful than it would have been otherwise.
