Collapsed store signs on the street were soaked in muddy water.
Several old houses were sloping, the roofs were gone, the rain kept washing the furniture inside, and there were many things floating in the stagnant water: clothes, plastic tubs, and half a leaking basketball.
I don't know where the vague voice came from the radio station: "呲呲... The fourth day of Hurricane Jennifer hitting South Saskatchewan... Hurricane Jennifer, which was originally predicted to make landfall in Mexico, suddenly changed direction in the early morning of November 7, and finally on the evening of the 7th. Made landfall in South Saskatchewan... Much damage to most of the adjacent Gulf of Mexico, traffic paralyzed..."
The wind has eased, but the momentum of the torrential rain remains unabated.
An apple was swept over by the current, half floating and half sinking, stumbling through various debris. The rain smashed it down and floated to a sheltered place above, and the apple emerged tenaciously.
This "difficult" journey was suddenly interrupted.
A thin hand stretched out in the dark, quickly picked up the apple from the turbid water, wiped the apple with the clothes on his body indiscriminately, and couldn't wait to bite.
The rain hit his face, and his reddish-brown hair was wet against his forehead.
He was holding the apple and nibbling hard, like a frightened hamster, his freckled cheeks bulging high, and his eyes looked around anxiously. After a slight clicking sound, the boy reluctantly threw the bitten in half into the water again.
His name is Johnson Brown.
Fourteen years old, just entering ninth grade.
In the evening about four days ago, he blew up his school...
For an American boy his age, Johnson was thin. Because of his poor family circumstances, he wears ill-fitting, old clothes from the relief station, often without socks in his dirty sneakers, and his hair is not well groomed, all of which make Johnson look sloppy and become a public servant. The object of ridicule in school.
His textbooks were torn to shreds, the homework he handed in disappeared, and he was severely reprimanded by the teacher.
The finished product of the handicraft class was smashed, and the cabinets were often pried open and stuffed into the sludge, the corpses of mice, and one time it turned out to be only a skinned rabbit.
Johnson didn't know who did it, and people around him whistled to watch him make a fool of himself.
If he tells the teacher, not only can he not find out, but he will encounter intensified retaliation.
He endured it silently, and gradually, this cold violence escalated.
The basketball classmate rudely knocked the passing Johnson to the ground, saying sorry, grinning and picking up a tooth he knocked out and laughing loudly. The fourteen-year-old boy, his fists and arms are not half as thick as his classmates, just like a chicken. The other party "unintentionally" rubbed his elbow with his elbow, and he planted his head on the lawn again.
Since then, his body has often been blue and purple, all of which he "accidentally" fell and hit.
A new public school teacher has come to help him in the last year, but Johnson's situation has not improved.
Lawyers for free victims of school violence came to the school, and no one from the school except the teacher came forward to prove that Johnson had been bullied.
There is always a misunderstanding that people who suffer from school violence are good students.
Sometimes violence is used by the good students, the sunny boys whom everyone loves, while the victims are the children who are disliked by teachers and hated by their peers.
By bullying these sloppy kids hiding in the dark, the school idols will be more worshipped.
Johnson is what other teachers call "a sloppy student who doesn't turn in his homework", a "little bug" and a "lazy pig" among his peers, and his family lived in a slum two years ago. Who will stand up for him
Even the only female teacher who spoke for him was dismissed from the school two months ago because she could not produce valid evidence.
Scarred on his raincoat-exposed arm, Johnson climbed up a small steep slope of furniture and fallen windows, huddled behind a large wardrobe, sheltering from the rain against a tin bucket.
Johnson paled at the thought of the disaster four days ago.
***
It was a gloomy day that morning. The morning algebra class had just started. The school radio rang and an urgent transfer notice was issued.
The hurricane changed direction and made a new predicted landfall, the closest being less than a hundred kilometers from the small city.
Although Southern Saskatchewan is frequently affected by hurricanes, few hurricanes make direct landfall here. The teachers panicked and arranged for all the students to get on the school bus.
The school was in chaos. Some parents who got news came to the school, and some received calls from parents to go to primary school to pick up their younger siblings' children.
Johnson waited for a long time, but couldn't squeeze into the school bus. Seeing that the campus became empty, he had to bow his head and prepare to go home. When passing through the woods, several guys who often troubled him jumped out and covered them with black plastic bags. On his head, a few punches knocked him unconscious, carried him, and threw him into the school's substation.
Also locked the door.
Johnson had been tricked into locking up overnight in the school gym, warehouses, labs, and more.
Johnson is an orphan who lives with his unmarried uncle, Lake. Rick was a gambler, he didn't come home twenty days a month, Johnson didn't go home at night, he wouldn't come at all.
These half-aged teenagers who go to public schools are completely unaware of the vileness and seriousness of their behavior.
For them, the hurricane is the boring time when the trees and signboards are broken, they cannot go out, the occasional power outage, the water on the road, the school is closed and the parents do not go to work.
They have endless crooked ideas about making fun of Johnson.
At first, they squatted outside the locked gym and listened to Johnson's shouting. After many times, they found that this kid didn't cry or scream, and he could only close it for a night at most.
No, hurricane warning!
The teenagers were immediately excited, they believed that this time Johnson was locked in a place, and it might not be found until two days later! Think about it, the wind was blowing and it was dark, poor Johnson was locked in the substation, and no one came over. He didn't pee his pants in fear
When they thought of it, the teens escaped from teachers, from their parents, and slipped out to attack Johnson.
Behind the grove is the substation, just right! Anyway, the switch of the whole school was pulled, and it was pitch black, so I threw Johnson in, and it would be discovered quickly, lest this lazy pig really starve to death if he didn't eat for two days.
After locking the outside door, the teenagers returned home triumphantly. They were scolded by their anxious parents and dragged into the car. The teenagers were confused and clamoring to bring tablets, baseball bats, and roller skates, but they were all ignored by their parents.
Sitting in the back of the car, watching people in the whole city drive out of the city in a hurry, the teenagers finally feel that the situation is not good, the hurricane is coming, shouldn't they sleep at home, eat hot dogs and play video games
"Cities could be flooded."
"It's a Category 3 hurricane, God bless our house! It's too old and too old to last."
"We insured the house, what, you forgot to bring the insurance policy! Go back!" "Shut up! Do you want to go back to find death?"
The adults cursed anxiously and shouted, completely ignoring the frightened faces of their children.
The school's house is newly built and very solid. There was nothing wrong with the hurricane before, and it will be fine this time. The teenagers thought, none of them dared to say that Johnson was still locked up in the school.
Because if I say it, I will mention the thing about bullying my classmates in the past.
Perhaps more serious, school violence can be sentenced to prison.
Johnson wasn't completely in a coma, he woke up not long after the group of teenagers left.
The substation had no windows, and it was pitch-dark everywhere. He groped to the duty room and pressed the switch on the wall. The light didn't turn on. Thankfully, there was an electronic watch with a broken screen in the drawer. By the faint fluorescent light, he also found a fully charged flashlight on the table. After turning the duty room upside down, there were two more cans of beer and a pack of potato chips that were stolen by the duty staff.
Johnson had these things at his feet, ready to get through the two days.
His thoughts were the same as those of the teenagers.
Johnson wasn't too frightened, the school's substation was not small and had vents, except for the dark.
Two days may be a bit tough, but compared to his house in an old neighborhood, the school may still be safe.
The thought disappeared after a few hours, and the terrifying sound of the wind came through the thick door, like the roar of the devil at the bottom of hell, the fence of the vent flew, and the dust poured straight into it.
Johnson got under the table and shivered.
The wind was getting louder and louder, like the scream of a female ghost, mixed with a chaotic noise.
— Hurricane Jennifer moved north along the Gulf of Mexico after changing winds, reaching 220 km/h winds and rising to a Category 4 hurricane. People thought it would land in Southern Saskatchewan in the early morning of the 8th, but it arrived in the evening of the 7th.
Those who have not evacuated are facing extinction.
What is desperation
Johnson curled up in fear with his head in his arms. After hours of panic, he finally realized that it was just a prelude to a hurricane, and the real storm had just arrived.
He was lying on the ground, but the ground was shaking, no, the house was shaking.
The creaking sound was so clear in the roaring wind. Everything was shifting, and Johnson never imagined that being in the house would be like sitting on a boat, with a shaky vision and a crackling of things that weren't fixed.
Sparks appeared in the substation, and something smashed the instrument.
The third floor was gone, and then the second floor... When the ceiling flew out, Johnson closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the legs of the table in vain, and suddenly the terrifying voice in his ears stopped.
Johnson opened his eyes and stared blankly at the strange scene in front of him.
The world stood still.
Above the head is a dark and terrifying sky, like a smeared oil painting, cream doused with squid ink, and there are messy traces of wind and wind everywhere.
Many things swept away by the wind stopped in mid-air, and the raindrops also solidified in a stagnant posture, unable to fall to the ground. Johnson carefully reached out and touched it, his palm was wet.
Outside the half-destroyed substation, is the collapsed teaching building and the grove that was razed to the ground.
Sekisui is half the height of Johnson, and the familiar campus has become Wang Yangzeguo.
The storm hit from the end of the sky, until the other side, through the blurry rain curtain, all around.
This apocalyptic scene made Johnson almost think he had fallen into hell.
The thin body trembled uncontrollably, and a terrifying force burst out—
"what!"
With the substation as the center, a lightning beam appeared in the clouds.
The sky is like a torn canvas, with thunder light leaking continuously, connecting the sky and the earth. This dazzling golden color is full of terrifying power, and the entire public high school is instantly submerged in thunder and lightning.
The remaining frame of the building disintegrated, the surviving houses collapsed, and the aftermath of thunder and lightning spread out along the water surface, like a huge golden net.
Immediately after, the whirlwind of wind appeared, pulling the flying smoke and debris to the sky, and the storm grinned like a devil.
Awakening of the S-rank power user.
Abandoned world broke away, and the terrifying sound of the hurricane reappeared.
Johnson was swept into the sky by the wind, and he struggled in panic, an invisible force wrapped around his body and took him far, far away.
In the end, he fell unharmed among the ruins of the house, only to realize that he seemed to blow up the school...
The author has something to say: Johnson's awakening method is similar to the awakening mode of Li Fei's original work. He just pulls himself into the abandoned world - accumulating power - releasing - returning to the real world, and using supernatural powers to save his own life →_→