The aftermatch
*Zac* The truck skids to a halt just outside Cedarville, the air thick with dust and despair. My heart sinks as I take in the scene before us, a landscape ravaged by the very force of nature we had chased in the hopes of understanding it. The tornado has already unleashed its fury, leaving behind a trail of destruction that tears at my heart. I can’t shake the feeling of helplessness as I watch the remnants of homes… some completely obliterated while others stand almost untouched, as if the storm had chosen where to strike with deliberate malice. I hope at least some saw our live and managed to get to safety before it hit. "Get the supplies out!" I shout at Skip, whose eyes are wide with disbelief. He nods and jumps into action, flinging open the back of the truck. I can see the water b
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