ADAMANTINES -Human Extinction Threat

Panic odor

Unseen dread

Every muscle in her body was screaming at her to free, but she remained frozen, and her legs wobbly. Her breath quickened as she used every muscle in her body to stifle a whimper. In her terrified mind, every breath of wind was as loud as a blood curdling scream, as she eyed the monster, full of dread.

She had nowhere to hide and she was certain about one fact; the whirlwind was not going to be too lenient on her if she came into its deadly path.

She had no other viable alternative, other than to grant the monster its space. And that was to quit advancing forward, towards its trajectory.

Her forehead creased, and panic flared in her eyes.

Christine stopped and then lowered the shopping bag, resting it over the dusty ground. A ground littered with remnants of dried grass, weeds and other types of vegetation.

A line appeared between her brows as she stood there, frozen in a fog of fear, terrified by the bodiless monster.

Charged horde of debris permeated with dust circled recklessly and course-less in the air. With some rogue ones kissing and hugging her as they fought to evade the monstrous assault. Her shade hat and kitenge wiggling woefully as the imperceptible appendages of the whirlwind whizzed past them.

Not ready to lose her precious hat to the chaotic whirlwind, she raised her left hand and placed it over the hat, securing it tightly around her head. Its wide circular roof flapping up and down furiously as if also threatened by the chilling ghost.

Using her other arm in cupping a handkerchief around her nose and mouth to wade off most of the rogue dust, Christine bowed slightly and twisted her upper torso away from the face of the turbulent wind.

Shoulders hunched and fists clutched tightly over her chest, Christine sealed her eyes, bracing hard for any eventuality.

Behind her curved back, an enormous cloud of dust continued to swirl, rendering visibility zero. Lucky for her being a safe distance away, only a thin cloud of defiant dust found there way to her. Silt-like deposits camping helplessly on her and re-decorating everything she had with her.

Christened was frightened down to the soles of her shoes and kept flinching occasionally whenever larger debris collided on her.

A great reddish-brown dust cloud decorated with a myriad of debris continued to taint the sky as the feared assault persisted. Some of the debris flipping like birds in the air sheepishly as more joined their resistance movement. Pumped and channeled skyward as the invisible monster hurtled past her path.

Now past the path and far away from her, the reckless monster of a whirlwind continued with its deadly onslaught completely unhindered. Sparing not even the feeble trees that were brave enough to stand their ground. But woe onto them, for their helpless branches swayed and cried with immense pain as their thrones got tested and shaken. Alarmed leaves trembled reluctantly, unwilling to part with their panicked parents. Unlucky were the weak and withered ones for they had to relinquish their pitiful grips unceremoniously, hurtling into the sky in diverse directions.

Certain that the ruthless demon was now a mile or so away, Christine stood upright again and faced the whirlwind. After a brief moment of observation and her heart de-accelerating, she shook her head and sighed with solace having been miraculously spared though resembling a tractor operator or an earthquake survivor due to the thin sheet of dust that blanket her and her belongings.

What was left for her now was to wipe off the dust that cringed on her belongings, face and rest of her open skin. Charged gushes of thin foggy dust scarpering as she did it.