Children of the Sun

I woke up, an impending sense of doom ripping me out of my sleep. I stood up and groggily went to the kitchen, the clock on my night stand read "3:45 AM". "Bloody hell..." I thought I walked out and poured myself a tea, then turned on my TV and went to the newscast of the day. "...the storm struck an archeological site in Palenque, Mexico earlier today, and all of the scientists at the site have dissapeared-" I turn off the TV, then groan. The weather events have been striking everywhere in the world, and they have been worsening. I'd lost my sister to one three years ago, and my mother had died in one 8 years prior. I became intrigued by them, intrigued by all the mysterious dissapearances occurring around them, maybe out of some sense of hope that one day I could find my mother and my sister again. I got dressed in some jeans, a t-shirt, and the closest pair of converse I could find, then left my house.