Dec.1

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December 1

4:43 P.M.

"Yeah, it's getting pretty bad over here. News said we might be going into tornado warning. Shits getting pretty serious man." My friend told me over the phone as I put my coat up after coming home from work.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, we haven't gotten a tornado in maybe 10 years. Shit like that always goes around us or just straight up dissipate by the time it reaches over here." I tell him with an assuring tone while I put my keys up.

"I don't know, it looks pretty fucking bad outside, like a wall of darkness bad. That sort of shit only brings all sorts of bad." He tells me with a somewhat nervous tone in his voice over the phone.

I walk over to the window in the kitchen, looking out to what my buddy was talking about, a large "wall of darkness", a real bad part of the storm.

It was raining pretty hard outside, but it wasn't "can't see two feet Infront of you bad", just heavy windy rain.

As I looked out, a bright flash of lightning could be seen in the distance, followed by low, deep, thunder.

"The news says this storm is one for the books, like they're surprised about it." He shares with me as I walked into my small living room, turning on the T.V. and changing it to the News.

"I mean, it's a pretty big storm, like several states big. Of course they're going to be surprised about it." I tell my friend as I sat down on the couch, focusing on the News.

This storm really was something.

We sometimes get pretty big storms, but this one, it's more than something.

The weather man was pointing out these large areas of red and orange to the west of the state.

I was starting to get worried as I noticed that these large areas of red and orange were about to hit the town where I was.

"Are you watching the News?" He asks me.

"Yeah." I answer him.

"This shit is getting worse by the minute, AND THEY'RE SAYING IT'S GOING TO LAST ALL DAY UNTIL TOMMAROW NIGHT!" He yells to me over the phone, obviously pissed off over the news.

"Can you believe that? And I've got work tomorrow!" He tells while still in a pissed of state.

I lean back in my couch with a sigh.

"I doubt they're going to have you drive with the bad weather. Just call in and tell them you can't make it tomorrow." I tell him while I relaxed my head on the cushion of the couch. 

"Right, good point...well hope your little house doesn't blow away." He tells me in a joking tone.

"Fuck off." I jokingly respond.

He could be heard laughing over the phone.

"Alright see you later." He tells with a sigh.

"See ya." I tell him before we hang up.

I put my phone away in my pocket before turning the T.V.'s volume up to hear the weatherman better. 

He starts giving statements to different counties on how to seek shelter from possible tornados.

After that, he switches to a live video of one of their storm chasing cars heading to where the worst of the storm was.