NEW FROM BILL: Monday Dream Diarist

Chapter Three

As the wave of sound moves in… I pause and hear a distant crow call. The sound occurs from my five o’clock moving towards my nine o’clock, but as I turn to engage the bird I am paralyzed by a large gust of wind. The air that surrounds me is hot. The trees in the distance are uprooted and begin swirling.

Panic. Absolute panic washes in as I struggle to head below ground. The group of us race towards an open cellar door and knocked down by the sheering winds. The air is still hot and the rain brings a thick mud to the operation. 

The tornadic winds move across the property, lifting a nearby agricultural structure off the ground and towards the busy highway. Anthony Wayne Dryden, signals for me to jump in the back of the truck (no lift kit) he is driving. We peel out of the driveway and begin to speed away - I notice his cousin Grant brandishing a large shotgun in the passenger seat. 

Panic. Absolute panic washes in as I struggle to head to the nearby bus garage. The howling winds send the odd Dryden boys into a frenzy and their childish yowls move from my five o’clock towards my nine o’clock. I escape and roll under a beige Ford Taurus to just in front of the garage. I raise and open the door, rush towards an open bus door. The keys are in the ignition.

I turn the key and the engine turns over… 
…I begin to open my eyes and hear the dawning wave of sound.