The Only Sensible Thing
I jumped to my feet and looked out the busted window, shards of glass at my feet. I could see dozens of tornados approaching from all directions, all headed straight for the house. All I could think of was how when I was a child, they made us simulate tornado drills where we had to crouch under our desks, as if those tiny hunks of metal would protect us from the vicious unrelenting winds.
Every room had multiple windows, so I figured the only sensible thing to do was to cower in the bathroom.
I jumped into the bathtub, not bothering to close the door behind me. From my vantage point, I could see out the window of the adjoining bedroom. As each twister connected, more and more damage tore at the house. I couldn’t help but raise from the tub to witness the mayhem, before ducking down just before each tornado struck.
“This isn’t natural!” I thought aloud.
The military formation returned to cover their tracks. A bomber released a bomb and I watched it and wondered is this the last moment of my existence?