AND ALL THEIR WORDS WERE GLORY | p. ford

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]Today had been awful.


    Huddled in his own corner of the tunnel everyone was taking shelter in, Mike listened to the storm going on above them with only one thing on his mind. Being home. This place had been a real nightmare so far, an actual living nightmare. He had never wanted something more badly than this.


    Heck, he'd even be happy to see Troy, and that was saying a lot.


    As the wind whistled through the tunnel, Mike tried to drown out the frantic calls of the WindClanners crying out to their friends and loved ones, closing his eyes and leaning back against the dirt wall.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]The chocolate lab huffed with effort. He had made it safely into the tunnels as well, but not without much work against the winds and stinging sheets of rain. It had been a serious challenge to cram himself through the tunnels, as well. It was nicer in here, certainly, but it did not do much to dismiss the tornado outside.
    Finally, though, he found Mike. Though there was no real connection between them, besides Ford yelling to move out of the way of the tornado, but it seemed that they had a bond now. Not necessarily friendship, and certainly not anything romantic (Ford had a bit of the hots for somebody else anyway), but something.
    "[color=skyblue]Mike! Gee, are you alright? That was scary..."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]Blinking and opening his eyes once more, he would stare at Ford for a brief moment before answering. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" Mike would ask the pup. Despite being scared himself, he could only imagine how scared Ford must've been, since he was younger than him. Ford probably wasn't as young, but he knew his little sister got pretty scared and upset whenever they got tornadoes near Hawkins.


    Now that he thought of it, he had never really seen a tornado before now. Sure, they got a lot of tornado warnings in Indiana, but since he had lived there, not one tornado had come into town. The only ones he had seen had been on TV. Standing in front of a tornado in person was definitely a lot more scary.
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