Escape Storm Lucas.
Tyler was driving his Black Ford Raptor Truck, unaware he was heading straight for the eye of storm Lucas. At least, Until the weather got so bad He had to stop, he had no choice. He had not expected to get caught up in it to this degree and he was starting to panic. He hopped out of the truck, and looked upwards at the grey and black churning sky. Planks of wood and debris were flying through the air missing him by feet, the storm was getting closer, and fast. Animals were running for cover and not a single person was in sight. This can't be good he thought, it was too late, Storm Lucas was upon him, suddenly with a almighty SMACK, a big metal barrel came smashing down onto the hood of his truck, making Tyler loose his balance in shock, he stumbled backwards landing on his behind. He stood up and shook it off, Opening the rear door to his beloved truck he grabbed his backpack, slamming the door and turning away from his truck for what he hopes will not be the last time. He takes a big breath and looks around for a clue as to what he should do next. He felt like he could literally feel the full force of this storm growing closer to him.