Palm Sunday

I'm Fine

"George," Ringo whispered, "Are you okay?" "Yes i'm fine, don't worry." "You're shaking." George gritted his teeth. "I am FINE." "Sir can you stop the car?" "But we're almost there, sir. If you'll just-" "Stop the car, please!" The cab driver pulled over to the curb and looked in the back seat. He looked at George and was a bit worried. "He alright?" "Yeah, just gets car sick. We can walk the rest of the way." Ringo popped open the car door and grabbed George's hand, pulling him out. He seemed unaware anything was even going on.

Ringo grabbed his wallet & pulled out a twenty dollar bill, hoping that would be enough money for the cabbie. "I'm not sure how much I owe you." Ringo said as he handed the bill to the driver. "It's fine, just as long as your friend doesn't yak in my car." Ringo gave a grateful nod to the driver. He sped off, leaving the two on a street corner in a shady looking town. The sign of a Dollar General store was about two block away from where they were.

Ringo watched the cab speed off and turned his attention back to George, who was sitting on the sidewalk. Ringo walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You feelin' better?" George raised his head up to look at Ringo. "I'm fine, Ringo. We could have just stayed in the cab." Ringo sat down next to him. "You were shaking." He grabbed George's hand. George jerked away. "Ringo, we can't. They're more strict about it in America than in England. It's not safe." He looked hurt, but moved his hand away with out a word. "I'm shaking because my sugar is low. I haven't ate all day long and that's weird for me." Ringo laughed a little and patted his knee. "I see a diner sign down the street here. We can grab something before we get supplies." "Will we have time?" "Of corse!" "But the cabbie said it was coming in close?" Ringo laughed a little. "It's just a little rain, Georgie. You're not gonna melt even though you're as sweet as they come." George blushed and laughed a little. "Alright. If we got time to breathe, we got time to eat!"

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"You sure no one will see us?" "Shut up, Paul. I'm trying to pick the lock." With a bag of weed on them & a tooth pick in hand, John picked the lock of a door in the employe only stairway to the top of the hotel. "Isn't there anywhere else we can go?" Paul asked, looking around behind John, worried someone would catch them. "No, unless you want to get arrested in America." A click was heard from inside the door. "There we go!" John pushed the door open, grabbing Paul by the hand. "C'mon! Lets go on an adventure!" Paul snorted and ran behind him up several flights of stairs until finally they reached the roof.

The sky was dark and lightening could be seen in the distance, striking at whatever it pleases. Clouds seemed to be getting thicker and lower by the second. "Pretty gear lookin', eh Paulie?" John said as he looked towards the sky. Paul shut the door to the roof and walked up to John. "It's beautiful." John wrapped an arm around Paul and kissed his cheek. "And so are you, dear. But we can save the lovey-dovey crap for later. I need a blunt."

Paul patted his pockets and pulled the weed from his pants. "Got a lighter?" Paul asked. John patted his pockets a few times and felt nothing. "John?" Paul asked. "Shit. Must've left it in the hotel room. I'll run back and get it." John walked to the door and pulled it...it wouldn't open. They were trapped on the roof.

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Brian, Mal and Neil walked slowly along with the other evacuators, going inside a near by storm shelter underground of the hotel. All the staff was walking along side with them through the dark corridors of the hotel. A woman who looked to be a maid walked along side Brian. "Excuse me miss?" the maid turned her head. "How long will we have to stay in this shelter?" "As long as we have to until the storm is over. If a funnel cloud is ever spotted we are required to evacuate every guest in the hotel." "Is it like that at other hotels?" "Not the lower classed ones like Motel 6 or something. But since we have a lot of important guests stay here we make sure to have a large storm shelter built underground." "What does the shelter do?" Mal asked. Brian gave him a look of, "are you fucking kidding me" but nevertheless the maid answered. "The shelter is built underground and everyone goes in it. We shut the door and lock it. When a tornado hits it's best to stay underground or in a ditch. So we shut the door and if the Tornado comes over top of us we'll be safe." "Have they actually went across the shelter before?" Neil asked. "Yes, we had one occasion where the tornado went right over us and the door flew open. A few people were sucked in and died, sadly. But we've made better precautions to make sure nothing of the sort ever happens again."

They were outside and rain was starting to fall more steadily. The employees lead the evacuators to the back of the hotel where a large storm shelter was buried. Two men had to open it and hold it open for others to get in. "Everyone please watch your step and come inside, this is mandatory and for your safety!" The people slowly walked in. Brian was tensing up. This was really serious, wasn't it? Did the boys have a shelter nearby? Were they safe? Were they still in the hotel? What if they were dead? What if they will die?

Amongst these thoughts, screaming and cries of fear broke those thoughts in Brian's mind. He turned around to look at the sky, only to see a large rotating funnel looming over their heads.

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WOW I ACTUALLY UPDATED IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF! 🎉 Anyways, yes hello, remember me? I've finally gotten over myself & my mopey-ass ways & i'm ready to write again! I really hope you guys like this chapter! I do want to warn you ahead of time there will be some graphic content in this (nothing sexual) but violence, gore & you guessed it, drumroll please....CHARACTER DEATH! *gasp* eh, you'll get over it. Anyways, enjoy the story!

-Layla