The tornado lands on you.
Lifting you from the solid ground high into the air.
You shield your head from the oncoming items that swirl around in this mass of debris.
You just barely miss a stray tree branch when suddenly, you're dropped.
Landing hard with a thud back on the ground.
You have little time to gather your thoughts as you see a large piece of debris falling towards you.
Scrambling to get away, the piece of debris crushes you
Trying to lift the piece is no use.
You're stuck.
All you can do is sit.
And wait.
For either help to arrive,
Or for the suffering to end
But you're stubborn.
Aren't you?
Instead of asking for help,
You continue to struggle
By yourself
Until your arms give out from exhaustion.
And now you have no choice
But you've dug your own grave.
You've exhausted yourself
And now you can't call for help
So now you must sit
And accept your fate.
You should've asked for help.
But the tornado is a powerful thing
And it decided to attack
