Tornado Warning (2 page)

Chapter Two

“It got my truck and I’m pretty sure we’ll need to call a roofer. Past that, we haven’t been outside to look at the rest of the damage.” Charlie Johnson sat at the kitchen table, inviting Ryan, Cecilia, and Ty to have breakfast with them. “How’d it look driving from Harper Springs?” Ryan was thankful he got along with his in-laws and Ty adored his grandparents. It was always nice to see them, even if it was for unfortunate circumstances.

“It looks like you might’ve lost a few windows on the south side, but it was hard to tell. There were some trees down as we got closer to Fox Lake, but not near what I expected. I’m sure it was worse in the southern part of the county,” Ryan replied as he helped Cecilia’s mother serve a plate for Ty.

“Have they said how big it was?” Margaret Johnson finished breakfast and joined them at the table.

“No ma’am. I haven’t heard anything. Probably will be a few days. They have to look at the damage and things.” Ryan dipped a strip of bacon in his egg yolk. “I’m sure they’re going to need our department to go help if anyone did get hurt. There aren’t too many towns between here and there, so maybe everyone was safe.”

“Well, Ryan, how about we go outside and see what we can fix? They’re forecasting another system similar to last night that could possibly come through again. We at least need to get the broken windows boarded up until we can get them replaced.”

Ty joined them and was happy to be given a rubber mallet to keep him occupied as Ryan and Charlie analyzed the damage. Every window on the south side was broken or cracked, and some of the siding had been beaten off from hail. Ryan had brought some plywood from his place, but it wasn’t enough to fix each window. He counted six total, thankful that it had just impacted the south side of the house.

Measuring the size of the windows, each one was about the same, and he placed some wood on two saw horses. It was a little after eight AM and the heat had climbed into the nineties. The humidity was thick enough to cut through, and he brushed his forearm over his face to keep the sweat from dripping into his eyes. Charlie steadied the wood as Ryan powered up the saw, slicing the plywood where he had measured.

He took a short break and drank two glasses of iced tea and went back to work. He never panicked about the weather. It was pointless to fret over something they had no control over, and more times than not, the forecast was a bust. But Charlie Johnson was an old timer and another person who had lived in the area a long time. His concern was valid, and Ryan wasn’t going to argue with getting the needed repairs done in case they had a repeat and weren’t so lucky the next time.

“I’ve got some more plywood out in the barn. It should be enough to finish up the last two windows.” Charlie’s eyes looked past Ryan toward the mountain range. “Same exact clouds as yesterday. I must’ve sat out her for an hour watching it. Yesterday it was beautiful. Today, I’m not as happy to see it.”

Ryan followed his gaze. It was the same thing he had watched on the side of the highway when driving into work. It was the dry line, already setting up to the west. If it became active and retreated, the storms would fire up in no time. Maybe calling the local meteorologist Doomsday Donald was a bit premature, but he shook it off. He’d seen the dry line set up like that many times, bringing beneficial rainfall. He wasn’t going to let himself get lost in the hype of another potential severe night.

Cecilia stepped out onto the back porch, tossing them both a bottle of water. “Your favorite meteorologist just said that we’re in for it again.”

Ryan nailed up the last piece of plywood and hopped down from the ladder. “How’s the barns look?” He glanced up at Cecilia, and though he wasn’t ignoring her, he didn’t have much to say. All of the talk about the weather was going to freak Ty out, and thankfully he was busy playing, his attention on something else.

“Not bad. They’ve got some damage, but nothing we need to worry about right now.” Charlie patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks for the help. I would’ve never gotten that done by myself.”

“No problem. Makes me wonder if I need to go ahead and board up my windows just in case. Like those folks in Florida and on the coast have to do with hurricane warnings. I’ll go home and do it and not a damn thing will happen.”

Charlie laughed and shook his head. “I don’t know, Ryan. I’ve seen my fair share of this stuff, but something in the air feels different. We’re not even out of February yet and we’re setting records for highs. With daytime heating, all the atmosphere has to do is organize and ramp up.”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those global warming fanatics, Charlie. I thought you were as conservative as they come.” Ryan laughed and sipped on his water.

“I don’t think the climate is changing. I just think we’re cycling, and right now, we’re in a pretty bad one. And it’s time. The past few years have been calm storm seasons. Last night I swear we had softball sized hail. I couldn’t get too close to the window, but just look at my truck.”

The windows were shattered and the roof was completely smashed. “And that’s because you guys missed the brunt of it. Makes you wonder how big the hail was in the main core.” Ryan walked to the end of the truck bed and whistled. “Definitely softball sized, at least.”

“Call me crazy, Ryan, but you don’t seem too concerned.”

“It’s not that I’m not concerned. I just don’t like to hop in on the media hype. That meteorologist, Donald whatever his name is, is known for going with the weather models that are on the highest end of extreme. It’s concerning that today is starting out as a carbon copy of yesterday, but I can’t worry about it. What are we gonna do about it? Put giant walls up to keep the twisters out?”

Charlie tried to pull the tailgate down, but the damage hindered it from moving. “You got your cellar stocked up?”

“Not how we should, no. I guess it’s ready to go if you like wine.”

Charlie didn’t find it amusing, and his brow furrowed. “When you leave here today, go buy some canned goods and nonperishable items. Being prepared doesn’t mean you’re giving in to the hype. It means you’ve got my daughter and my grandson on your mind, and I know damn well they are the world to you. You’ll do everything you can to protect them. And hey, if it’s a bust, that’s why you get the foods that don’t go bad really fast, yeah?”

Ryan nodded. “Yes sir, you’re right.” Deep down, he knew this was something to take seriously. His instincts were screaming at him, telling him that it would get worse, and though he was denying it, keeping it buried would never stop the potential freight train that would soon be barreling toward them.

Charlie was right about several things – Cecilia and Ty were Ryan’s main priority, and stocking up the cellar would be the first line of defense in keeping them safe.

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“I thought you weren’t getting into the weather hype!” Cecilia nudged Ryan as he pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. “What exactly did you boys talk about when you were patching up the windows?”

Ryan put the truck in gear and glanced over his shoulder at Ty. He had fallen asleep in an awkward position, his mouth wide open and a faint snore escaping his nose. Good thing he was asleep – Ryan didn’t want to talk about it in front of him.

“He suggested getting some food for the cellar. It’s not a bad idea. I always planned to do it, but just like with everything else, I never got around to it.”

“He thinks we’re in for some big stuff, doesn’t he?” Cecilia cocked her eyebrow and looked at Ty.

“Just like all the old timers around here, saying we’re overdue for another big one. I’m no meteorologist, so I can’t sit here and say they’re wrong. And like your dad said, get food that doesn’t go bad fast. No harm in being prepared.”

Cecilia unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the truck door. “This, coming from a guy who was making fun of the guy on channel five.”

Ryan ignored her comment and picked Ty up, allowing him to sleep on his shoulder. The boy stirred for a moment, mumbling something, his body like dead weight as he drifted back to sleep. Setting him in the basket, Ryan wondered how many other people in the store were doing the same thing they were. Were they keeping an eye on the weather, or were they completely unaware of the possibility of an outbreak of storms? The chances of anything detrimental happening were slim, and though Ryan hated cliche’s, it was better safe than sorry.

“So, what do you wanna stock up on?” Ryan avoided the produce and meat section. “Canned ravioli and spaghetti-o’s for our youngster.” He held up the cans and placed them in the basket. “Ever try canned tamales?”

Cecilia wrinkled her nose. “I guess if I’m hungry enough, I’ll eat them.”

Ryan grabbed a couple of bags of flour, some sugar, and some bottled water. He also got some fire logs – they’d be handy in case they lost power. He had plenty of firewood from the past winter that they didn’t use, and the fire logs would help get a good burn going. He was certain he was missing something. What else would be useful?

Batteries and a couple of extra flashlights would be nice to have to accompany the propane lanterns he had in the garage. A couple extra bottles of propane would be good since the camping stove was also powered by it. He made a mental note to make sure to move all of the camping gear to the cellar.

Reaching for a cheap bag of coffee, Cecilia laughed and pointed. “Somehow I knew you couldn’t pass up on that.”

“We’ve got a campfire percolator. Might as well buy the cheap stuff that a spoon will stand up in for the real effect.”

Ty began to wake up, his eyes widening when he saw they were in the store. “I want some candy. Mommy, can I have some candy?”

“We’re not here for our usual groceries, hon. But look, we got those ravioli’s you like so much.”

Ty’s smile beamed and he lifted a couple of the cans to look at them. “I want gummy bears. Can I have some gummy bears?”

Ryan tossed an assortment bag full of candy bars into the basket, avoiding the glare that Cecilia sent his way. What was the point if they couldn’t enjoy a delicious snack in the midst of all of the canned, processed food that in no way seemed appetizing at the moment. For safe measure, he handed Ty a bag of gummy bears, winking at his son.

“Think we about covered everything?” Ryan asked as they edged back to the checkout lines.

Cecilia looked over the items. “I guess so. I’ve never had to do this kind of shopping, but it should hold us over if we...” she stopped herself, smiling at Ty. “Yeah. It’s good. If we think of anything else we can come back.”

The cashier rang them up, his demeanor like he would rather be anywhere else but there. Snapping his gum between his teeth, a smirk pursed his lips and he looked up at Ryan. “There a zombie apocalypse coming that I don’t know about?”

Ryan’s face heated up. “What?”

“Nothing. No one likes this.” He held up the can of tamales and winced. “Don’t worry. I’m a certified zombie killer. I got the bumper sticker on my car to prove it.” The teenager laughed and continued to ring up the groceries.

Ryan wasn’t amused. He felt like a jackass, but when they walked out to the truck, the thick air made his decision to stock up on nonperishables feel justified. The mountain range to the west was serving as a perfect vantage point to watch the instability in the atmosphere form, and towers were already starting to form. Soon, the small cloud formation would erupt into large thunderheads much like the atomic-like clouds he watched the night before.

Cecilia was quiet on the drive home, and Ty was busy playing with a toy in the backseat, in his own little world where Ryan hoped he’d stay. The kid got scared from a small thunderstorm. How would he handle a massive storm? Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to find out.

“I’ll get all of this down in the cellar. I wanna pull the camping stuff out and see what all we have.”

“Go inside and wash your hands, Ty. I’ll make you a snack.” Turning back to Ryan, she grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Everything will be fine.”

“I know. Your dad just got me thinking.”

“He tends to do that. I’m gonna go inside and help Ty. Let me know if you need anything.” She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, her smile calming Ryan’s nerves.

Ryan carried the bags of groceries down into the cellar, the musty scent nauseating. Pulling the light on, he skimmed his fingers through the dust that had collected on the shelves. He had eight bottles of different types of wine on a cabinet – some of them representing special occasions. Lifting a bottle of Moscato, he reminisced about his and Cecilia’s wedding day. He had to hide the bottle from everyone at the reception, and fifteen years later, he still had it, just waiting for the perfect moment to open it.

Sliding it back on the shelf, he put the bags of groceries nearby, not even bothering to organize them. The cellar wasn’t the cleanest place, and he wanted to make sure all of his camping gear was in working order.

Getting back to ground level, the sudden change in barometric pressure took his breath away, and his head felt like it was going to explode. Looking toward the mountains, the towers he had just watched were huge, darkening the sky like it was night time. Trees swayed in the wind, and the temperature must have dropped about fifteen degrees within minutes. The sky held a green hue, which meant hail was on the way.