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Trying it out.
We all have an opinion and emotions that make it original. Emotions are great to have since it makes it you, but also it can get you into trouble if you don’t think before expressing. Being a writer , I know that without emotion this job wouldn’t make since. The biggest problem is that people don’t think before they speak. People want to be heard, whether it’s a rant or excitement, they want to be heard! The problem is these people want to spill out their anger then make it public, then afterwards think about how that will affect their life. You have to be smart when expressing your emotions, you don’t want to tear a close one down because of momentary anger.
I started this blog because of emotion. I was torn from a girl that left me and I needed to get it out. I didn’t know where else to go, because people were saying “get over it,” that is when I turned to blogging. I knew that I would be safe if I didn’t share it with everyone. The blog was my personal blog that no one would know about, that I could go post when I was down. It worked. I had so much pain built up, that I was letting it affect my personality and how I saw things. After I started to post my EMOTIONS, I saw that I was able to finally live life again, did it suck still? Well of course, but I wasn’t holding everything in.
Where that story is great, there is also another side of Blake I hate! The down Blake that likes to dramatize crap on Social Media. The last week, I was notified about past memories on Facebook. When I looked at the memories, I cringed from how down I was. All of the statuses were me begging people for attention. “I am done with this” “I hate my job” “Screw the Church” were some of the comments. I was angry at how I was treated (from the church) and I wanted to be heard. But now, after the incident, I am fine and see where I was wrong to post. I should have let it go, but instead I made myself look foolish. I posted before I thought and it made me look like a teenage girl! That isn’t me. I am not one to rant on social media, that is why I have a blog, but I didn’t think before posting. I deleted a few of the post, since they didn’t represent who I am, but I still think “What if I didn’t post that, what if I thought first?” Sometimes we allow our emotions to control us, which can only lead to danger. I was watching this woman last night, and she was talking about how she wrote a blog about her family. She was mad about Christmas and just wanted to share her thought. She posted the blog without thinking, and the person that she was talking about happened to read it. She was no longer mad abut the situation, but now she had to fix the situation with her friend, since she emotionally about her.
I am a strong believer in posting to make a change. I post dumb material to make you guys laugh, just incase you had a bad day and needed a laugh. On the other hand, I post life stories to help those in need of the same thing. Then I also post rants, but I write them in a way to not offend ones person, but to express how I feel about the situation. Such as the anthem situation. I could have posted about it, but what could I say to help the situation? I couldn’t, because I don’t fully understand it, so I choose to stay out of it. That is where I control my emotions and where I stand. If I can’t help someone through something, then why post it? I love to rant, but I don’t like the negativity in my posts, instead I aim to be a life changer. This is my purpose; to use my emotions and thoughts to bring entertainment and maybe, just maybe bring happiness into those who need it!!
You can share how you feel, but first you should edit. The last thing you want to do is say something you will regret. It is great to tell everyone about a new job, but why should you call someone out? It isn’t going to help and you might regret it after it is out there. So if you want to negatively post emotions, make sure you take a few seconds and see if you can find a silver lining, then edit it accordingly. If you are sure you want to post it, then go ahead. Post your emotions, it is the most original part about you!

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One dumb move, one stupid comment and one big fail….
Tomorrow is going to be a stressful day, one that I wish was a month away. Sadly, we can’t ask for a rewind but, which mean this day is starting in less than 12 hours. This is the day that we have been working towards, for the last few months, and I can say we are ready, but I am still freaking the heck out. I am going to keep this very short, so I can get to bed, but I wanted to ask you for something.
Would you mind sending your prayers our way? I have no doubt that we will pass, but this isnt like any test, this is the biggest test for this store, ever! Corporate will be in our store for about six-hours to test how well we run the store. They aren’t going to go easy, either. They are looking to see perfection, something that is very hard to give. Usually, we only have to worry about surfaces, but they will be removing canvases and searching for things to take points for! Think of a health inspection, this is 100% more serious…. I have to say that I am nervous.
It is nerve racking to have someone grade you, its even more scary to have all your big bosses sitting over your shoulder, the whole day. This is why I need you guys to join together and say a little prayer. I don’t want to screw up and cost my store, and I know I wont with you guys by my side! Please come together and pray for me!
Love you guys!

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I don’t know how to start this blog, other than to say hi, welcome to story time with Blake. This story is kind of scaring me, as I could get into a little trouble for my actions, but at the same time, the story is way too amazing to not tell you guys. I have never had this happen to me before, but honestly it has always been a fear of mine. Ever since I started working, I knew one day this was going to happen, either to me or to one of my co-workers. Sadly it had to happen to me, on the busiest night of the week.

It was Friday night, at work. The night was slowly dragging on, we weren’t as busy as usual, but we were steady enough to keep us moving. It was hot, miserably hot, my body was weak and I was drenched with sweat. I kept looking at the non-moving clock, hoping that it would hit that 11th hand, so we could close up. The customers weren’t as annoying, as usual, but they did seem to want a lot of food. I didn’t understand the point of getting hot food on a hot night, but that’s a question I will never have an answer to.

    During one of the slow times, I decided to go into the cooler to chill off. This was usually where I came to get away from the customers, and think. I grabbed the book for work, and walked into the cooler to get away. While in the cooler, I did my pre-shift, my nightly checklist, and planned every break for the night. Feeling that my crew needed me, I walked out of the cooler, and back up to the front. When I rounded the corner, there was only one customer in the store. But instead of retreating back into the cooler, I decided to go clean the store a bit deeper, getting under all surfaces and making sure the night was going to stay smooth. I started cleaning, but as I cleaned under each surface, more people began to pile in. I stepped away from the chemicals, washed my hands, and got on a register.

    The rush only lasted 10-minutes, so no harm was done to the store. It was now time for the breaks. My grill person, Henry, was up for his break. This meant that I needed to get back on the grill and make orders. This was nice for the first few minutes, but then a line of people came into the store. This was okay, I was fully ready to take their orders head-on. As I was about to Mike Tyson those orders, the people started to disperse. We missed a big rush, but at that moment I realized, I didn’t have my keys. There wasn’t an initial panic. I usually set my keys down, and walk away without them, that is simply “Blake being Blake..” I started by looking by the register, it wasn’t there, so I walked back to the manager room, yet again not there. I walked around the corner and saw that the kid that went on break was walking in. I walked up to him and asked him if he had my keys, he said no. I tried to think of the last place I had them, and that’s when it clicked. I had them on the top of our salad cooler, with our schedules. I walked up front and looked, but there was no luck.

    This is when the panicking started to sink in. I kept thinking “What if a customer grabbed the keys?” I quickly texted my boss, telling him a customer most likely had my keys, and that I needed into the cooler to get a case of fries. He replied. He said what I figured he would have “how would a customer have your keys?” I now had to admit that I left my keys, unattended, while I was in the back. But I didn’t tell him that, I simply didn’t want to get in trouble, so I told him I had a hole in my pocket, and it most likely fell out of my pocket. Being annoyed, he demanded that I left a message, telling him what size pants I needed. This didn’t solve my problem of not being able to get into the cooler. Being completely wrecked emotionally, from this situation, I tried to find other ways into the cooler. I googled “How to get a locked door open.” The main answer was lock picking, so that’s when I pulled up a how-to video on that subject. The videos were 5-10 minutes long each, which was time I didn’t have, but I sat down and watched the first video. The guy laid out some amazing tips and instructions for a quick pick. I grabbed the materials (Paper clips) and set out to pick this lock. During this time, my co-workers laughed as I tried to pick our cooler lock.

     After moments of trying and failing, I slammed my hand against the door. The impact must have made a vibration through my brain, because I remembered where I sat my keys down at, in the cooler. I sat my keys down on the yogurt, while I checked the dates of certain items. Now, we had a serious problem. We were locked out of the cooler, I didn’t have my keys, and no one was near to give me their keys. I didn’t want to tell my General manager tat I locked my keys in the cooler, because he actually drove from his home (45 minutes away), at 5 am, to let me in the store, the day before. So I told him that I found my keys. I needed a solid plan so that I could get my keys, without letting anyone else know, and it had to happen fast, there was no time to waste.

    As we sat around the door, a light bulb started glowing. I had a risky, but great plan. I ran to the back of the store, got in our tool box, and ran back to the door wielding a Philips screwdriver. The crew shook their head as they knew my plan. I was about to take the door off its hinges. This was a scary plan, as a thousand things could go wrong, but I knew this was the only option. I started to twist the screwdriver, releasing the pressure of each screw. I got through the first hinge with no problem, but as I went on to the middle one, the top metal piece, fell onto my head. I grasped my head, as Henry picked up the metal piece. I shook it off and went back to work. The second hinge was now off, only one more to go. With the other two gone, it seemed easier for the third to come off. As I released the last screw, the door made a loud pop, and the door fell backwards. Henry was holding it though. I pushed the door out of the way, and walked into the cooler. I grabbed my cold keys, and walked back out. I now had my keys, but that wasn’t the problem, now I had to put the door back on. This was more of a problem than getting it off. None of the screws wanted to go back into the hole. The more I twisted, the more I realized,  I might have to call my GM after all.

   Knowing the consequences this would have, I used all my might to get the screw into the hole. After minutes of twisting, pushing, cussing and yelling, the screw finally screwed back into the wall. I quickly screwed in asa many as I could, but the customers came. They were hungry, and they didn’t want to wait. So we paused momentarily and went up front. After the customers were helped, we all went back to the previous position,. Henry was holding the door, and Elsa was cheering for us to get it done, as she wanted to go home. I finished screwing in the second hinge, but this time the screw driver left a large amount of grease on my hand. I ran over to wash my hands, but it wouldn’t come off. I then took a handful of soap and started to dig my fingers into my dirty hand. This was helping, the grease was starting to fade, leaving my precious hands a bright red. Knowing that the screwdriver was leaving this residue, I grabbed a pair of gloves.

   After applying the gloves, I finished screwing in the last few screws. Moments after I screw in the last screw, Henry informed me there were a few customers in the lobby. I realized that Elsa actually was gone. I ran up front, and helped each one. Though, I was being a complete prick to them, trying to get them to leave, they didn’t seem to mind. They ordered a few items, waited patiently, and left quickly with a smile on their face. After the lobby was empty again, I went back and finished the door. I opened the door to see if it was together correctly, which it was. The excitement in my heart was intense. I felt extremely accomplished for doing it all by myself, but also relieved that I didn’t have to tell anyone that I locked my keys in the cooler.
It has always been a fear of mine, to lock my keys in the cooler, and though I am not shocked it happen, I am shocked that it has taken this long to occur. I can be a bit air-headish at times, but that is what makes me Blake. I wouldn’t be the same, without that sad quality. This hasn’t been the month for me! I have almost destroyed my eyesight, I have lost my keys, and now I have locked my keys in the cooler. Luckily, this month is almost over, or I might have lost my car! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this story, and feel free to leave a laughing emoji, if you liked it!    

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Let me take you back in time, before everything at the church changed. Let me take the clock back to the days that I was happy. The days were before the college days, long before the days of being forced to do something I was content doing freely. These were the days of my high school years. I was happy with where I was as a Christian. I was content with serving the Lord and following the rules of the road. I was excited about the advancement of the kingdom, and was willing to do anything to help. It was easier to follow back then, before college. Let me take you to my Senior Year, the year that I wanted to take all my “holy” knowledge and pass it on to others. This was the year that I would stick my head out and change my friends lives. I had the plan in my head, a plan that was rock solid. All I had to do was move, and the plan was most guaranteed to work by its self. The plan was to start a bible study and invite all my friends to it. But knowing that no one would come to it outside of school threw me through some hoops, which led me to a walk with my friend, Seth, a fellow Christian at VHS (Virginia High School.)
I was in church, one night, when my youth pastor began to talk about evangelism. I still hadn’t made a career decision (at this point), but I was open for anything ( as long as it had something to do with ministry, that is). When my youth pastor began to speak about this topic, I grew overly excited about the possibilities of  God using me. By the end of the long sermon, I was almost set that this was the job for me, that is when the planning began. I was planning to set a new found revival to VHS, one that would leave a permanent dent on the hallways, forever. But I didn’t want to do it alone, I needed one more person to go in with me. That is where Seth comes in; he was a Christian, and he wanted the same thing as me, so who would be better than him? I would train him and give him the group, after I was long gone from that school. He would then be in charge and the revival could continue, since he did still have four-years. So, after the sermon, that night, I called Seth and told him that we needed to talk. He told me that he was busy, but we could meet up, the next day, and take a walk. That night I was unable to sleep, I was too busy thinking of all the details, worrying that if I missed one thing it would all be screwed up. I wrote down every detail of this project; from when the meeting will start, where, and why. Every stone had been turned, it was now time to sell the idea to Seth and begin the project.
During the walk, Seth was intrigued about the idea, but we both had a worry “Where would we have the meeting?” As I said before, I had the where, that wasn’t the problem, the real problem was trying to convince the people to allow us to have it there. I thought that the school would be a perfect place to have it. It would be perfect, people would come for the meeting and then go to class. That way we could invite our friends to it, and they would be more likely to come, since they had to come to school anyway. Seth apposed the problem being the School. The school system is strict about Church and School being separate, solely to avoid any discrimination. This was something that I understood and was willing to face, with or without Seth. Sadly, the meeting was without Seth. I went in, that next Monday, and set a meeting with our super attendant. She liked me so this was a piece of cake, or so I thought. She called me in immediately.
     My heart was pounding as she sat across from me holding her hands together, wanting me to do most of the talking. I told her my idea, which sounded crazy when it came out to her, but she bought it. She was very strict on the rules of the group. She had a idea of her own, one that was going to stick if I wanted the group. She ideally gave me a time, she told me that it had to be before school, in a class room. I wasn’t happy with the fact of getting up before school, since I had a rough time sleeping, but this was my chance to expand the kingdom, so I took it. I told her that I was willing to do whatever, little did I know what that meant.
After the meeting, I got a note from the super attendant. She listed a few things that had to be done to get the group started, along with a list of rules that had to followed. I had to write out a 2-page description of the group, what it would cover, and why it would help anyone. That was the easy part. The hard part to follow were the rules. She had everything down to the last “T” being crossed.

1. You can’t invite anyone to the meeting during school hours.
2. You aren’t allowed to work on any lessons during school hours.

     These were just a couple of the rules. I was stressing on how well this group would do if I couldn’t talk about the group, during school hours. How else was I suppose to invite people? With the worse part behind me, I set out to make this idea a reality. I invited a few people, outside of school, and told them to invite some people, also. I set the first day of the meetings, now it was time to make the sermon. With me being a pastor trainee, the sermon was the least of my worries. I was ready to engage the crowd and get the best results. The only problem was no one showed up, other than Seth and I. I waited until 15 minutes ‘til after realizing no one was coming, I simply asked Seth to pray. We spent the first few meetings praying for one person to show up.
     There was never a huge crowd, but there was a couple people that came. This was after weeks of praying. Finally, after weeks of drilling the Lord, he gave us a group of three. That was the best result of the group. This was the best outcome of the group, but it was also the most touching message. I prepared a sermon solely for this day. I was ready for the crowd, I was ready to touch some hearts. If this was going to be the only chance I would get, I wasn’t going to waste it. That day I remember the laughs, the responses, and the heart filled stories that came from the groups mouth. They understood the message. I had a warm feeling in my body as we closed with a prayer. Though we had a great turnout, the group decreased over the weeks. It was too much from people to get out of bed, especially to come to school, and to learn about something they didn’t have interest in. The group, even with the strength of the Lord, came to an end. School was becoming too much, that I finally stopped the group meetings. With all the test, classes, and holidays I ran out of gas.
I think about how I quit, and at first I was upset, but now I know I did the right thing. I was starting to fail my classes (because I was more worried about the outcomes) which was one of the rules “You will be asked to stop the group, if you fail to maintain a ? gpa.” I am sad that it came to an end, but at the same time, I am still glad that I started it. I stepped out in faith and didn’t worry about what others thought. Finally, I did something for me. I wish the group would have grew, but what’s important is that I grew through it! 

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It’s the middle of the afternoon, but no one is moving in the Gore household. The trip to the hills was today, which meant they had a drive ahead of them, so they decided to sleep in, well until the baby began to cry. The silence was gone, the relaxation was over, it was time to get up and get moving.

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Aeron opens his eyes and looks into Taylors, he kisses her. She slides out of bed, and puts on her bathrobe, and exits the room. Aeron rubs his eyes, trying to remove any crusty eye burgers from the corners of his eyes. He gets up from the bed, walks over to his dress and grabs his pants. He sits down on the side of the bed, and puts them on. They were a little tighter than he remembered, not something he wanted to endure for twenty-one long and boring hours, as he made his way across the country to go skiing with his wife. He takes off the pants, and decides to go in the path of basketball shorts. At least he could feel the blood circulating through his legs. Taylor walks back into the room, holding their 1-year-old.

“Aw, she’s up.”

Aeron stands up and relieves Taylor of holding Amy, she kisses him, then goes into the bathroom. The sound of a warm shower lifts through the air, as Aeron laid back on the bed and turned on the T.V. He rubs her back, while he enjoys an episode of Sports center. His eyes grow heavy again, and he slowly falls back to sleep, cuddled up with his biggest pride and joy.
A time passed, Taylor walks out of the bathroom, her hair was freshly curled, Fingers were recently painted, make-up applied smoothly. She smiled as she saw that Aeron was cuddled with little Amy. She walks over to him, leans down and gives him a passionate kiss. He opens his eyes slightly and smiles at his gorgeous wife.

“You are beautiful, nothing ever changes!”

She smiles and extends her arms, requesting that he hands Amy over. He does and gets up. He gives her another kiss, and walks into the bathroom. It was his turn to shower before they left. He gave the shower a quick run around, scrubbed his hair, arms, and chest, and rinsed his long curly black hair. The curls fought the heavy water and won. He opens the curtain, and steps onto the fuzzy bathroom mat on the floor. He grabs the towel off the rack and dries off. After drying his tan skin, he takes the towel and rubbed the mirror, revealing his scruffy face. He needs to shave. He looks into the cabinet, but can’t find any shaving cream.

“Babe, do we have any shaving cream.” He yells.

“In the bottom drawer of the sink.” She replies.

Aeron opens the sinks drawer and saw the can of, a local store brand, shaving cream. Though he usually uses Gillett, he remembers that he used the last of that, Tuesday. He needed to grab some at the store, but he forgot; so now he had to use an unappealing foamy substance that helps the razor cut into his skin. With nothing else to do, he slaps the lavender onto his skin, and begins to pull the sharp blades across the existing hairs. It took two swipes to cause the first cut. He lets out a baby cry, but continues; soon enough he’s done, and he enters into the bedroom. Taylor begins to say something about the razor burns, but stops as Aeron points at her. She laughs, and throws his shirt at him.

After packing up the car, Aeron is checking the fluids in their car; he was adding oil when Taylor appears around the car. She looks upset as she holds her phone. He stops what he is doing.

“You okay?”

“We can’t go.”

Aeron shuts the hood, and looks at her.

“What do you mean?”

Taylor grabs her stomach and gives him the phone. There is a text message from his mother, saying that they weren’t able to watch Amy, this weekend, since they have to work. Aeron gives the phone back to her, and rubs his forehead.

“We already have tickets, though.” He scuffs.

“I know! What do you insist we do, bring her?”

“Why not?”

“Well, I guess we could bring my sister along; she can watch her, in the cabin?”

Aeron walks towards the car. “Why can’t she watch her, here?”

Taylor opens the car door, and grabs her purse.

“I wouldn’t want to be that far away, from Amy, if she was watching her. She is only 16, you know.”

Aeron agrees to the plan, and they get into the car. On the way out of town, Aeron stops by Chelsey’s house, and picks her up. After picking her up, Aeron gets onto the interstate, and begins to head to Montana.

“Okay, so I will drive for ten hours, then you drive?” Aeron ensures that the plan is solid.

“I think that will work, but if we need to stop, it shouldn’t put us out much.”

“I will see how we feel, I feel energized, so we will see.”

“Okay.”

Chelsey spends most of the car ride sleeping and texting, she has her headphones in, listening to the new jams that recently came out. Taylor spends most of the car ride looking through her social media feed, but stops to read through her Peoples magazine. She is also controlling the music, using their new IPod. Aeron keeps his eyes on the road, momentarily glancing back at Amy, smiling at the weird faces she makes during naps. They stop a few times to get gas and food, but refuse to waste any other time.

Half-way through, it is time for the couple to switch. They were in South Dakota, only a few hours out of Helena, Montana, and a hour from the slopes of the Great divide. The excitement is enough to keep them up for the remainder of the drive. Though they were going to their Cabin rental, in Helena; they were going to the slopes tomorrow, a lifelong dream of theirs.  It was now Taylors turn to drive, even though she hates driving, she can tell that Aeron is getting sick of the view of empty roads, and tired, so she switches him.

It doesn’t feel long for the crew, but in no time, they are on the outskirts of Montana. Ten hours ago, they were in another state, but the boredom is getting worse. In the last hour, all their phones died and the IPod is on its last leg, which is their G.P.S, at this point. Aeron suggests they turn on the radio for music. Aeron searches for a local station, but as he searches through the channels, a certain noise draws his attention, it is a warning sound, indicating there is bad weather coming. He leaves it on the station. The national weather team was informing, the entire state of, Montana that there is a storm coming, one that could produce heavy snow and strong cold winds. They suggest everyone stay indoors, and avoid using transportation, as it could cause major accidents.

“What should we do?” Taylor asks, sounding very unpleasant.

“We might not be in that area, just keep driving.”

“But what if we die?” Chelsey shouts.

The baby wakes up and begins to cry. Aeron looks back at Chelsey with anger. Chelsey grabs the little girl, and begins to rock her back and forth; she tries to get her to calm down, soon Amy was asleep. They are only a few minutes away, now.
Aeron looks out the window at the sky. The sky was turning a bright pink color. There seems to be a storm coming, but Aeron assumes it’s not as severe as they say it is. The thought of the storm scares him, but he has wanted to ski for a long time.

“Make a left here, the cabin is behind that building.” Aeron points to an old abandoned building, in front of a giant tree. Taylor makes the turn, and goes down a few blocks, makes a right turn, then another left, and pulls into the cabins drive-way. After switching the car into park, there is a loud sound. The noise sounds like thunder; Aeron jumps out of the car and looks up at the sky. The sky is now a strange green and pink color. As he looks up at the sky, the wind picks up and the snow starts to fall.  
  The flakes are heavy; it doesn’t take long for the inches to add up. They quickly grab their stuff from the car, and run into the cabin. When they get into the cabin, they see a group of people sitting next to a fire. They’re telling stories, while drinking hot cocoa. The leader of the cabin stands up and walks over to them.

“Sorry, we are closed, due to the weather. Can I help you?”

Aeron shakes his head.

“Mam, we have a reservation to stay….”

“Oh, my bad, what was the name?”

“Gore, Aeron and Taylor Gore.”

The woman walks over to her computer and types for a second, then looks up at them.

“Oh, yes. I am proud to see you, your room is ready.”

Aeron grabs the key reading 308 and walks up the flight of stairs. It doesn’t take long to find the room. Aeron turns the nob, and walks into the room. The room is very cozy and warm, and it comes with a great view of the mountains. Chelsey pushes past them and walks to the window. She looks out in amazement, adoring the snow flakes that are falling from the sky. Aeron and Taylor meet her at the window, they all look out into the wonderland, cherishing the present moment.

As they look out the window, a local siren sounds off throughout the city. The only time Aeron has heard a sound like this, is when they are having a tornado. He didn’t believe they could have a tornado during winter, though. He assumed it was just a weekly test; he assured everyone, they were testing it in case of an emergency, but he is wrong, the storm was about to get bad.

They begin to unpack their luggage, when there was a knock on their door. Aeron walks over to the door and turns the knob. He opens the door to see an employee standing there. Aeron attempts to greet him, but is interrupted by the young man.

“Please, come with me.”

Aeron laughs as he tries to push the guy away, but the guy wasn’t leaving. Aeron gets a bit irritated, as the guy repeats himself multiple times.

“Leave us alone! We are guests.” Aeron slams the door and begins to walk away.

There is another knock at the door, this time Taylor walks over to the door, and opens it. It is the kid, again. Aeron sees the kid is still there. He walks back over to him, grabs him by the shirt, and throws him against the wall.

“I told you to leave us alone, you son of a b….” A woman interrupts the fowl language with a cough. Aeron looks down the hall.
There is a group of security standing with an old lady.

“What is going on?” Aeron releases the man.

“We need you guys to come with us! Its no longer safe here.”

Taylor nudges Aeron, and walks down to the woman. Chelsey, while holding Amy, follows. Aeron looks at the guy, in the eyes, and says sorry; he gets up, and pulls the guy from the ground. They make their way down the stairs, and into the lobby;  there is already a group waiting. Aeron grabs a hold of Taylors hand, as he listens to the manager of the Cabin Inn.

“We have stay on the bottom floor, until this storm passes. I got a call saying that the wind will be very strong. This building is old, and I am not taking any chances.”

“Oh come on, the winds wont be that bad, wind can’t be that strong, right?” Aeron shouted.

“Actually yes, it can be. We already have a foot of snow…..”

As the manager begins to describe the present situation, there is a huge crashing noise, this is followed by the roof caving in. The tree from on top of the hill has falling from the great winds, and it has falling onto the building. The old beams of wood can’t withstand the giant tree and gives out, causing the tree to fall through the building. Most of the people retreated, and got out of the way, but as the dust settled, there were puddles of blood under the tree. One of the puddles, of blood, was of the manager. Aeron was on the ground, cuddling his wife in safety. He looks around, trying to find Chelsey. He gets up from the ground and runs to the tree, there was a pacifier that said “Amy” on it. Aeron’s heart sank deep into his chest, as he began to scream. Taylor runs over to him and sees the pacifier, she drops to her knees, and begins to cry. But then there is a sound; Chelsey is screaming for Taylor, She looks over to Chelsey, which is holding Amy in her hands. Aeron smiles, clearing his tears from his eyes.

Aeron grabs the pacifier, and walks over to Amy. The upper floor gives out, and hurls a heavy beam down to the bottom floor. The beam lands perfectly onto Chelsey, crushing every bone in her body, also taking young Amy away from the loving couple. Aeron watches in disbelief, then begins to cry out, loudly. Taylor is crying uncontrollably as she tries to lift the beam from her dead sister and child. The beam wont budge, though.

“Help!!!!!” She screams.

Aeron tries to pull her from the beam, but she pushes him away. His pre-existing anger gets to him, and he pushes her back. This is the first time he has ever hit a woman. Taylor lands on the beam, but she fires back, with a piece of wood, knocking Aeron out, cold.

When Aeron wakes up, Taylor is gone. She took the car and left. Aeron gets up from the ground, and looks around. There is blood on the ground, covered by a foot of snow; the tree was still in the center of the room, and the beam was still on top of his daughter. He lets out a fainted moan as he falls back to the ground.

“I think I know where we can go.” A male offers his hand out to Aeron.

Aeron looks up to the man; He was a tall fella, he had a long beard, scruffy hair, he had a lazy eye, rotted teeth in the front, he had a dip, of tobacco, in his mouth, which he spit onto Aeron’s shoe. He wore a long flannel jacket. It seemed this guy was a part of a local lumber mill, or something.

“What’s your name?” Aeron asks.

“My name is Leo, would you like to come the hell on?”  

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    It is amazing to see this story doing so well. I am very happy that I chose to rewrite it. It is a few episodes in, nothing too big has happened, yet, but in the next few episodes, you will see a whole different story. But before that happens, lets step back and enjoy a day, before the outbreak. This whole episode is before the snow, but will still have you amazed! It’s a episode you need to read!   
   This episode, we take a step backwards and see what the world was like, before the storm. It starts with a family taking a trip of a lifetime, but this story isn’t a happy one. They enter Montana and get to their cabin, but our survivors are hit with the storm of a lifetime. They are safe inside the cabin, but for how long?
                                                                      
                                                                                                 Sneak peek:
    He leaves it on the station. The national weather team was informing the entire state of Montana, that there is a storm coming, one that could produce heavy snow and strong cold winds. They suggest everyone stay in doors and avoid using transportation, as it could cause major accidents.
“What should we do?” Taylor asks, she sounds nervous.
“We might not be in that area, just keep driving.”
“But what if we die?” Chelsey shouts.

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