WARRIORS (MVManalo)

Storm survivors

It is so sad to see and hear more disheartening issues in the country's corrupt and dishonest leaders who continue to desolate and decapitate citizens over and over again. Haaa...it's been decades and decades of poverty, injustice and declassifications that we tried to stop or help out but the stronger the resistance the bad the society gets because of dirty politics and non-transparency.

It's good that we won in the late football league and heightened the country's pride in a way. Mind you, football is the life for people in Brazil along with other countries fighting hard to win it for the prestige and the fun of the game. It's so crazy that people go gaga over the event and riots happen too and players of the losing team get harassed or bashed. Silly people, but that's how it is over the years and always.

I love Pele though Brazil isn't my favorite team I still made sure to watch the game online since the emergence of the internet is becoming more and more rampant these days.

Oh, my God! there has been warnings, news that a tornado will hit the center of Favela and it will land on it sooner than we think. I asked the sisters to prepare for the worst and stored food and drinks to last for a couple of days until the calamity that will strike us disappears. We also saved enough for 150 people so in case the town citizens get affected we can help and feed them. I felt there's a need to save more than the usual amount we tend to prepare so Teresa and Jona kept meals for 500 souls including the children and women.

The sound of the alarm hits once, twice and more since the tornado called Karen is near Favela center. Greta on the other hand was at the supermarket to get milk and cheese since Teresa wanted pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. Oh, no! I think I will become the living pancake when this crazy tornado hit me and the people in Favela. I can see the greyish, white twirling monster in the city center standing at about 500 or more feet. It's maybe 500 or more wide like twice or thrice the size of a football field or if I'm wrong five times larger than that since I'm bad at Math. Dock down, hey you, kid! Come here, Greta shouted when a small child was crying and her mom running towards us to console him. Mommy! HUhu!, the kid yelled and the woman carried him so relieved I found him at the store I was buying cheese at.

I ran to safety along with the others that hid inside their homes or stores. We usually have underground basements or storage rooms. But the community has both since we Shadow sisters trains underground and has a secret hide out and weaponry under the shadows of the building.

Oh, men, this will be hard, I thought and when I saw a bungalow house, though homes in Favela are close to each other like raw houses since it's set up for poor neighborhoods. I loosened my belt and tied it on a metal contrapment inside the kitchen down the drainage system of the sink. I just quickly thought that the pipe is rooted underground so I'm a bit safe and won't be torn to pieces or gets blown away by the swirling storm. Here we go!, Greta added and waited until the tornado hit her spot. Sure enough the house gets eaten up and little by little the roof, walls collapsed and gets eaten, torned apart. But stops nearly in the middle where Greta breathed in relief since the strong tornado passed by the house she trapped herself into. When the monster storm passed through, Greta stood up quickly loosening herself out of her belt and the sink to run to town back to the community. She is so worried that it might been hit pretty bad since the center of the storm was near St. Clare's.

When I was running, not minding the destruction I saw from side to side, tears fell from my eyes worried that I lost my family and then I saw mom running pass me. Mom, what's wrong?

Mom said that she needs to hurry since our house might have been struck by the tornado and my siblings are there waiting for her too. Wait!, I thought, mom already died and why is it that I saw her just now, Greta thought to herself and then the scene got weird and the lady disappeared. So right then and there I hurriedly checked on my siblings and true enough, our little home was destroyed but my family is safe and they are looking over our worn out home tearfully. I ran towards and hugged them one by one in relief that they are okay. I told them to come with me to stay at the community for the mean time since the calamity. They agreed and we walked to the building since there are no trikes nor transportation vehicles to give us a ride to town. All were so shocked of the incident and every home and establishments we saw were destroyed or left with no roof or walls. Yet all kept their peace and still thanked Jesus who is staring at them, his wide arms still spread like saying, I'm here, I will not despise. I will help you, don't worry. It is a good thing that the statue of the Christ was at the front that the tornado hit it many times before coming in town so the destruction was not that bad compared to towns and countries that been hit by strong storms in the olden days.

Mom, thanks for the guidance and love. You still care for us even after everything that has happened. I love you so much and we miss you!, Greta thought and while walking miles from the market, her siblings were just relieved that they have a place to stay in situations like this. That when war struck the city, they needed to stay in shacks or abandoned buildings just to survive the winter or get passed against robbers, bully thugs and the wild dogs searching for meat to devour because of poverty and lack of food supplies then which the government stopped rations due to the extreme weathers and interceptions from pirates. That's a bad and scary reminder for me which was stuck in my mind that whatever happens I will protect my family even if I died or needed to sell my soul to the devil just to feed and secure them, Greta thought while hugging her siblings and kissing them on the forehead in happiness that they survived that crazy catastrophe a while ago.