Run for shelter.
Our picnic is over.
The storm is coming closer.
The waves are getting taller
and more violent.
The palm trees are waving their branches
in frantic confusion.
The weather had been perfect,
but now the heavens have opened.
Lightning is flashing across the sky.
Followed by loud rumblings of thunder.
We must find shelter right now.
Before it’s too late.
Can we make it to the Town Hall in time?
Those are rooftops flying over our heads.
What else can happen to us?
Find out in THE DEAD GAME.