Human Nature (Book 4): Human Nature IV Borthwick, Finlay (great books for teens .txt) 📖

‘Hello?!’

The desperate voice, with a wisp of confusion, shouted back in kind.

“Are you Garry?!” Rajan cupped his mouth to boost the distance of his voice as he yelled this, still over the relentless rain.

At first, the voice did not respond.

“Are you Garry?!” Rajan called out once more, only with more intensity this time.

‘Yes! Yes, I am!’

There was a hint of joy in this cry.

Rajan too exhaled a jovial sigh of relief; the man that he had heard on the radio had indeed identified himself as ‘Garry.’

The wind made a sharp and sudden change in direction, buffeting Rajan has it pounded against his cheeks.

“Hold on, Garry!!” Cupping his mouth once again and leaning against a wall for support, Rajan called out to the man he knew he had to save, “I’m coming!! You’re gonna be alright!!”

As Rajan prepared to make a run for it across the street, a large object blew past him, just mere centimetres in front of his eyeline. Immediately, he turned his head to trace the direction which this object was headed…

…It was a large and extremely moist wooden beam. It was perhaps ten feet across, with both of its’ ends completely jagged and rough from where the wind had presumably forced it out of place.

“Holy shit.” Rajan mumbled to himself under the boisterous storm, reflecting on his near-death experience.

The wind had become so fierce that now, on the opposite side of the street to Rajan, the wooden beam was being held firmly in place against the wall without shimmering or swaying in the slightest.

Then, as the wind momentarily died down, the object finally dropped to the ground. But just as quickly as it had stopped, the wind picked up again, this time blowing in a new direction, but with the same intensity.

Still in shock at how close he had come to death, Rajan watched in reverence as the wooden beam blew down the street from which he had just staggered up; it was travelling at possibly fifteen-miles-per-hour now, as Rajan himself was beginning to lose both his balance and his grip.

Objects were relentlessly pounding on the roof above the hall.

“My God! Will it ever stop?” Rob cried out in anguish, feeling more annoyed by the unrelenting banging than scared.

Michelle shrugged, “It will do eventually. We just don’t know when.”

Unscrewing the lid from her flask, Maylene poured herself a hot drink.

“How can you be that comfortable?” Rob asked her in complete astonishment.

Due to how relaxed she was, it took Maylene several seconds to acknowledge that she had even been asked a question. “Oh!” She began as she screwed the lid back onto the flask, “It’s simple, really. I’ve accepted that there’s nothing we can do against Mother Nature, and now I’m just trying to make a good thing out of a bad situation.” She explained calmly.

“She’s right.” Michelle sympathetically addressed Rob. “There’s nothing we can do for Rajan right now,” She knew that Rob was still concerned about his friend, “But we do know that he can look after himself. We just have to trust in him, okay?”

Rob continued to stare at the floor in dismay, however.

As the endless banging continued on the roof above, Michelle gazed upwards, concerned that it would cave in at any given moment.

Scuttling up the dual carriageway, Rajan could just about make out a large pile of rubble and debris on the side of the road through the thick, watery sheet of deluge that was severely impacting his vision.

Thunder loudly rumbled out in all directions across the gloomy and sinister sky.

“Garry!!” Rajan cried out through the storm, once again cupping his mouth to amplify the volume of his speech.

‘I’m here!’

The distressed and timed voice cried out in return, though it was much closer now; it was coming from the mass of rubble offside from the carriageway.

“I’m coming!!” Rajan loudly asserted as he tumbled over the railing along the roadside; the direction of the wind had played in his favour this time, as it was blowing in the right way to assist him with rolling over the barrier.

A deathly silence had come over the group in the hall.

‘CRASH!’

A large hole opened up in the ceiling followed by a massive metal object plummeting through it.

“Fuck!” Rob cried out in a panic, as Michelle grab him and Maylene, ferrying them away from the danger zone.

As things settled down, the three of them turned around to witness something rather grave indeed: the metallic object in question was a helicopter blade.

“Oh my God!” Maylene covered her mouth in shock; now, she was finally unable to bring herself to sip her hot drink.

As the rain came pouring through the fresh gap in the ceiling, it drizzled down the rusty and large helicopter blade.

“Indeed…” Michelle affirmed Maylene’s exclamation.

The bottom end of the blade had, not only impaled the tough hall floor, but had also cut clean through one of the survivors and decapitated him.

Just inches away from the blade stood a rather panicked woman. As her eyes followed the trickling water down the blade, she noticed the headless corpse at her feet, still pinned to the ground by the sharpest point, and let out a grating scream.

“I take it back,” Rob retracted a statement which he had made earlier, “This is very much worse than my holiday in Thailand now… I don’t recall anybody being decapitated by loose helicopter blades back there!” He asserted.

“Not only that,” Maylene’s expression went from shock to dismay rather quickly upon realising something else which this sight meant, “But if that’s a helicopter blade there, then surely, that means that these winds are powerful enough to take down entire aircraft? Guys… What kind of a storm are we dealing with here?”

Rob and Michelle shuddered at