He took the shortest path possible, it would still take him an hour or so though.
The idea was to go down the smaller alleyways, avoid the worst of the wind by hiding.
Past the church he went, as the bell tower swayed and tiles flew up into the green-grey sky.
The trees over the narrow path he took roared as their branches thrashed and fell about him.
Still, he had work and was over halfway there - too far gone to bother turning back.
He slipped and tripped as debris slammed into his legs, ricocheting from wall-to-wall.
Turn after turn he took, the wind forcing him to collide against other unfortunates until the last place.
His final piece of shelter, so close to his workplace - the train bridge.
Usually around this time it would be busier, trains came every half hour around there.
Today however, all was silent and the bridge swayed much like the bell tower.
It shrieked and groaned, iron protesting as the winds battered it about like a child's plaything.
He checked his phone as he ducked under a passerby's splayed arm and found himself late.
Without hesitating he pulled out his phone to text his manager just as a warning.
The bridge provided enough of a shelter for him to stop and focus on his message.
Above him the iron rafters began to crack, slowly to begin with but spreading too quickly to act.
The bridge above him came tumbling down, he tried to run but left it too late to get far.
He wasn't crushed at least, the shattered iron impaled him first.
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