"Why is the weather keep on changing?" Grandpa Phillip complained.
He raised his head and looked at the dark sky and hear the howls of the heart-piercing wind. He shivered slightly and mustered the courage to continue while chanting his mantra deep in his heart.
'Nothing will happen. Nothing will happen. All is well. All is well.'
Unknown to him, his back was drenched in a cold sweat, and beads of sweat drips from his forehead, now and then.
Despite the deep fear in his heart. He arrived a couple of meters from their new safe house and searches the surrounding for any anomalies.
"This should do?" He murmured.
Perhaps, it was his fear that made him stop from venturing forward or something else. Quickly, he began to move the next available burnt or destroyed vehicles to block the road.
