As the storm began to increase in intensity, it didn't go unnoticed by the trio, "Hey, didn't that hit around Trev's place?" Greg muttered, picking up his phone from out of his pocket to try and contact his friend. "Huh? No signal? guess that figures. Still doesn't this seem awfully quiet for a storm?" The three guys looked towards the storms direction. "Alright, that's pretty fucked up," Alan remarked, "That shits coming to us, I think we better start legging it" The others nodded in affirmation as the three of them broke into a sprint, running towards their respective homes. Before long Alan made his way back home, his family was out of town for the weekend. After the sprint Alan crashed out on the chair in the living room grasping for more air. Daring not to look outside, but the light blue flashes implied the storm was getting close.