How are the days are coming? How are the days are coming? How are the days are coming? How are the days are coming?

Yes, it's official. Holidays are coming. Coca-Cola Zero Sugar brings the magic this Christmas.

When I came to the first thing I heard was the howl of the storm.

When pressed against my face as I carefully opened my eyes, then I saw the damage that had been done.

We were upside down. Natalie was dangling with her seatbelt on. Glass was scattered all across the roof.

Along with everything else we had carried with us. Jim was injured but breathing.

Blood gushing from his side as he pushed out a piece of shrapnel and chucked on his boss.

Paul, are you okay? Paul. Lash was said as he checked the old man's pulse and head.

He's unconscious, he said. I crawled slowly across the broken glass to where Natalie was at.

The whole front window had burst open and more dust and debris was being pushed in towards us by the second.

Out across the train yard I saw the tornado continuing to wreak havoc, smashing up stray train cars and setting them flying every direction.

Besides that, they was the threat of creatures themselves.

While I lay there trying to get my breath back, I counted at least a half dozen.

They're skittering along the tops of long metallic trailers, shrieking in the air and searching.

Searching for us.

Are you okay? As Natalie, she opened her eyes slowly.

I think I'll make it. She muttered as I helped her and buckle and slowly crawled down to the roof of the camper.

We need to get somewhere safe. I told Jim as I scanned the train yard again.

How about that?

I was pointing towards a large metallic building that looked like it was used as a switch station for some sort of tracks.

It's better than nothing, he agreed, as he pushed the heavy equipment out of the way and gently pulled Paul up to a sitting position.

Jesus, he's heavy. I don't think I can lift him alone, Jim said.

...