Jane didn’t know what was happening. The strangest weather occurrences were taking place without explanation and Jane knew that there had to be some substance behind it that would aid her in her field of work. Buildings fell and water rose, yet she kept her eyes towards the sky in the hopes that something would make itself clear to her. She’d seen bizarre patterns, but never like this. Never so dangerous. The residents even seemed to be effected by it all and Jane, having no experience in self defense, couldn’t anything but run.
The town was crumbling and all she could think of was how it was all happening. The first hour was her trying to escape those who wanted to hurt her, but the next was spend speeding down the highway in pursuit of an irregular cloud formation- one she had to observe. Everything helped in addition to the theory she had been formulating for months now and though it was a bit selfish to focus on her work, she needed this. She needed to observe and study and know what was happening here because somewhere in her mind, she hoped that it would be related to her own theory.
Luckily no one was on the road, but that was due to the violent cracks appearing in the tar beneath her. She swerved harshly around the potholes, cracking, and random breaks in the street yet kept her speed steadily rising in her beat up Jeep while her eyes were glued to the swirling cloud-like object ahead of her. As always, her equipment was in the trunk of her car with one piece out in the back seat so she could monitor the temperature and other patterns occurring in the city.
The woman was running out of viable road, but she pressed on while she rambled endlessly to the voice recorder in the cupholder about every singly happening. “The temperature is... sixteen point eight degrees celsius with a steady decline. Wind is approximately fifty three miles per hour, and the disturbance or irregularity in this subject is growing. Sea level cha-” A sudden, violent halt ended her recording, Jane’s car crashing into an object. A person, who had just managed to ruin her bumper.
Jane stayed frozen in her seat, fingers tightly gripping the wheel to the point of her knuckles turning white. Her blue eyes were the size of disks as every rapid heart beat seemed as if it could be heard a mile away. If she killed someone, she wouldn’t know what to do- she was too scared to get out and look though she knew she had to. With an anchor in her stomach, Jane’s body trembled as she managed to get out of the car to go and check on the person in front of her.
But the familiar red flash of material caught her eye. No, it couldn’t be him. Slowly approaching, she finally caught sight of his whole body and let out a sigh of relief when she saw he was still breathing. “What are you doing running in the middle of the road?!” she yelled over the high winds, bending down to make sure he wasn’t dangerously injured. Jane knew he could take one hell of a beating, even a car to his body, but she had to be sure.
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