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Heâd just gotten to Perfection Valley, and it was hot, way too hot to keep his leather jacket off, so heâd taken it off and tossed it into the passenger seat of his pickup truck. It was an old Chevrolet that heâd gotten cheap. Max had a lot of use for it when travelling across the country, made it easier to get his boxes with him, and he did have a bed cover for it. He had parked at the local Inn, and was out of the pickup, going to find shelter, especially when he saw the tornado. âOkay, this place better be safe.â He muttered, and grabbed his bag, and jacket, just in case, and headed inside.
It was another day of worrying about sharks in a tornado - and Ibrahim still through he was losing his mind. He had been outside walking back to the hotel after buying some groceries, when he looked up and saw the tornado heading right towards the town. âWell, fuck,â he grumbled, picking up the pace to get back to his room and lock himself up in hopes of being safe. He saw the other also heading to the hotel. âBetter get in there fast,â he said. âDefinitely donât wanna be here when things start flying around and it gets closer to us.âÂ














