It was a waste of time, and tears flowed freely for those fools who tried.

The storm was coming, and it would be here before anyone could escape it. Not one person in this town of 1,000 would escape it’s wrath, because no one believed me when I told them how it could be done.

Because this was no ordinary storm. This was not created by some rational combination of natural forces. This was not something that could be predicted. It moved where it wanted to with almost conscious thought.

I knew, because I had been through this a hundred different times in a hundred different cities.

The storm would pass over, travelling faster than the fastest jets could fly. Lightning would strike any living thing for miles around, striking them dead, literally pulling the life energy from them.

And then, it would distribute that energy to any unburied dead who had not been killed by it.

I watched the storm move in. And as it reached the outskirts of the city, I put my gun to my head and pulled the trigger.

Again.