Abria
The storm was about to come, as the dark cloud collected in the sky and was ready to burst. The heavy breezes were blowing. I found it a little difficult to believe that in the morning, it was all sunny and good, and now it was stormy and gloomy.
The villagers hid their animals in shelters, locking them while getting locked inside. They can hide from this storm but what about the disaster approaching them? I have seen such cases on news channels and it won’t be a lie if i say i am scared of this. Why did everytime i think I am safe now and suddenly something happens which proves me wrong.
Ughh!! I am fed up from running and surviving, i had to die today, i will die.
“Your thinking game is so strong that it even reflects on your face.” the big bad guy appeared out of nowhere and
