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singer, Jim Morrison, predicted our future as he sang “Five to one, baby, one in five, no one here gets out
alive…”
    Carmela shut off the radio, with a stab of her finger
to the power button, as flies began to fill the windshield.
Then they crawled to cover the side windows. I looked
behind us, and the back window was crawling too. I put the
car in reverse and backed up slowly. Turning on the
windshield wipers, they moved like there were heavy snow
on them. It eventually shoved the dense mass of flies away,
but they landed back on the window just as quickly as they
were pushed off. I was able to see enough to get going.
    We were blocked by the Zombies aimlessly
wondering around on Main Street. I slowly drove my car
through them, bumping them out of the way. I started to
drive us out of Kilgore. As we made our way West on Main
Street, we saw the destruction the Phorid Fly infestation
had created. There were broken store front windows,
crashed cars, and headless bodies scattered everywhere. All
the buildings and street lamps were covered with flies. I
could not shake the dreadful feelings of my responsibility
for what has happened here in Kilgore, and the ripple
effects which appear to be disastrously insurmountable.
An Air-horn siren began to wail over the deafening
buzz of the flies.
“Now what the hell is happening?” I said.
“That’s the Tornado Warning Siren,” Carmela said,
    “There must be a tornado coming.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, “Which way
do we go to avoid that?”
“There’s no telling Ray,” Carmela said, “Its just a
warning, but it can show up anywhere. It’s a signal to go
hide.”
“That’s what I want to do,” I said.
    An infested Kilgorian Zombie flopped across the
hood of my car. She stared at us through the windshield.
Her left eye had been eaten by flies. She opened her mouth
and let out a high-pitched howl, as flies crawled out of her
mouth. The woman’s head dropped onto the hood of the
car, and rolled onto the asphalt. Carmela screamed as she
stared at the slithering maggots that were still attached to
the chewed up neck.
    Loud pings and donks came from the roof of my
car. Giant white Ping-Pong ball sized hail began to ricochet
around us.
    “We got hail,” I said as calmly as I could after
watching someone’s head fall off, “The tornado must be
closer.”
    The wind was picking up. The flies seemed to be
getting sucked into a vacuum cleaner. A sound like a fast
moving freight train screamed over the buzz of flies and
overpowered the air-horn. Rain began to fall hard, and hail
was mixed with it. The flies had cleared from the back
windshield. A dark funnel appeared behind us. The twisting
force of the tornado flung heads and bodies around Main
Street. The sign for The Road Kill Café was ripped off the
building and disappeared into the sky. The tornado hit the
Kilgore Petroleum Gas Station. An explosion shook the car.
“Just drive us out of town Ray,” Carmela yelled at
me, “Fast!”
    I pushed the gas pedal to the floor, and the car
jumped into action. The headless body slid off the hood, as
we tried to escape Kilgore. I looked in the rearview mirror,
and saw that the tornado was engulfed in flames. The car
began to buck and rock like a bronco. I held the wheel as
tight as I could to keep control of the car. The cyclical ball
of flames twisted after us, like an angry Godzilla releasing
its wrath on Tokyo, it wrecked and set fire to everything in
its path. Steam began to shoot out the sides of the hood of
my car. I read the temperature gauge on the dashboard, it
was pinned in the red. Carmela began to cry as the car
slowed down, and sputtered to a stop.
    We were trapped. We watched helplessly out the
back window as the fiery tornado grew closer. Carmela and
I screamed as the fierce winds began to rock my car. There
was no escape. We clung to each other as the car began to
to slightly turn