[Their progress is slow enough that he can see the distant glow from the farm, still - not just Cruz' house, but the first one they attacked. He can't get a good look and focus at the same time, though, as he tries to dodge the worst of the mud.
Ahead, there's a bolt of lightning and a loud crack followed by an immediate boom of thunder. The air smells of ozone, sharp and metallic, and the ground shakes as something crashes to the ground. That something is quickly revealed to be a large pine tree, which has dropped right across the road, forcing Johnnie to stop and turn the bike.]
Okay, guess we'll go around. More than one road outta here.
[Back toward town, though, branches and stray pieces of wood are littered everywhere, making progress slower than ever. The wind grabs and pulls at them like it's trying to rip them from the bike and throw them up into the clouds with the smoke from those fires. Another tree falls somewhere ahead, torn loose from the soft, muddy ground.]
This has to be a fuckin' hurricane or something, this ain't a normal thunderstorm.
[Which is part exhilarating, but part frustrating given he really wants to leave this place before Cruz and his guys catch up to them.
The wind hooks itself around the roof of the saloon and lifts a chunk of it from its frame. Inside, people panic, but Johnnie ignores them as a large board slams down onto the tree ahead and stops.
A ramp. Okay, he can do this. This is fucking stupid, but he can do this. As the bike finds some traction on the muddy road, he brings the engine to a roar and slides right over the mud, up the ramp, and over the tree. He whoops with joy as they catch a few seconds of air.
They should have hit the ground with a bone-jarring thunk after that, but the storm has other ideas, and that's when Johnnie realizes this isn't a hurricane, not exactly. It's a much smaller spiral.]
Oh, fuck I-
[From somewhere in the tornado they now find themselves a part of, a branch knocks into his head, hard enough to leave him briefly dazed, and to shut off all thoughts and speech for the time being.]
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[Their progress is slow enough that he can see the distant glow from the farm, still - not just Cruz' house, but the first one they attacked. He can't get a good look and focus at the same time, though, as he tries to dodge the worst of the mud.
Ahead, there's a bolt of lightning and a loud crack followed by an immediate boom of thunder. The air smells of ozone, sharp and metallic, and the ground shakes as something crashes to the ground. That something is quickly revealed to be a large pine tree, which has dropped right across the road, forcing Johnnie to stop and turn the bike.]
Okay, guess we'll go around. More than one road outta here.
[Back toward town, though, branches and stray pieces of wood are littered everywhere, making progress slower than ever. The wind grabs and pulls at them like it's trying to rip them from the bike and throw them up into the clouds with the smoke from those fires. Another tree falls somewhere ahead, torn loose from the soft, muddy ground.]
This has to be a fuckin' hurricane or something, this ain't a normal thunderstorm.
[Which is part exhilarating, but part frustrating given he really wants to leave this place before Cruz and his guys catch up to them.
The wind hooks itself around the roof of the saloon and lifts a chunk of it from its frame. Inside, people panic, but Johnnie ignores them as a large board slams down onto the tree ahead and stops.
A ramp. Okay, he can do this. This is fucking stupid, but he can do this. As the bike finds some traction on the muddy road, he brings the engine to a roar and slides right over the mud, up the ramp, and over the tree. He whoops with joy as they catch a few seconds of air.
They should have hit the ground with a bone-jarring thunk after that, but the storm has other ideas, and that's when Johnnie realizes this isn't a hurricane, not exactly. It's a much smaller spiral.]
Oh, fuck I-
[From somewhere in the tornado they now find themselves a part of, a branch knocks into his head, hard enough to leave him briefly dazed, and to shut off all thoughts and speech for the time being.]