Something terrible happened and the power has gone out for good. A lot of people died but we were lucky. Then the winds come and drag away the tent with all our supplies in it. I don't realize until long after it has tumbled down the gorge (stuff bouncing out of the tent as it cartwheels; ultimately it flutters down light as a kite) that my brother was in it, too. I can't even do anything about that because my father is being dragged to the same place, clutching at tree trunks and screaming. Somehow I help him and he is saved. The winds die down. I pack my gear and go out looking for my brother.
I forget what I'm doing. There's a bad smoke in the air that's bad for my brain. I black out and find myself crouching by the road, stuffing thumbtacks into a pouch, muttering to myself these will come in handy, these will come in handy. I shake my head and drop the thumbtacks and keep going.
I round a corner and find a corpse. She must be new. We cleared out all the old ones from this area. She's in a rocking chair, clutching a glass that still has liquid in it. I try not to look. She's cut up pretty bad.
I turn away and hear a crunching noise behind me. The crunching of glass. It takes me forever to look back over my shoulder. I'm cold. She's standing there with a fist full of shards and a ragged length of wood speared through her chest and she is not bleeding. Medic, she hisses. I can't move. Get me a medic you bitch you LITTLE FUCKING BITCH
