"Well, you see? That's the problem. It is absolutely that easy. A warning of dangerous conditions isn't a curfew. It's not a hard restriction. It's not martial law. It's just saying, 'Things aren't the best right now. Stay inside when you can. Don't get out for no reason. Go for your job if you gotta. Go buy all the bread and milk in the store if that floats your fuckin' boat but stay in.'

"What gets me, though?"

He pulls out his phone. Opens up a browser. Turns to the news. Nothing but sunny thoughts.

"Nothin'. A warning would be too much trouble I guess. They're not even publicly saying this shit is happening. People have to go directly to the Head. Head is shrugging it off. You'd think..." he puts the phone away, "...that a 'warning' wouldn't be such a hard damn thing to do."

Hank sure as shit wishes he'd listened to storm warnings on one particular night. That cost him his world. "Anyway, I think I'll still be asking people to stay off the streets when I can."