Part 1 - Storm

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Icy wind slashed at his face and the rain danced its evil dance upon his head as he tried to get his bearings on the isolated beach. Lost, bedraggled and unsure of his location the lone human figure battled his way inland. His face showed a picture of terror, as if one slight hesitation or wrong move might get him killed. The wind howled. Any noise or movement made him jump, afraid of what lurked beyond the battered tree line.

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