You struggle to your feet as....
You yelp as the ground forcefully jolts you off balance and hurls you
into the nearest ditch. The rain intensifies, searing down, stinging
your raw skin as you dig into the mud with your fingers, scrambling
out of the ditch. Your eyes desperately scan the area for any form of
shelter. The only thing closest to you is the abandoned old shack. You
doubt the rickety old thing could protect you from this storm, but
when the ground lurches violently again, crashing you painfully
against the sharp bark of the fallen tree, you have second
thoughts.
