Wednesday: Nature’s Wrath
Helicopters finally appeared on the horizon, their rotors struggling against the gale-force winds. Trump stood at the edge of the crack, shouting into a megaphone. "I’m not going down like this! I built this place—it’s mine!"
A sudden gust of wind roared through the area, slamming into the helicopters. One tilted dangerously, nearly crashing into the mansion. Below, the chasm widened, its edges crumbling into the void.
"Sir, get back!" a security guard shouted, but Trump waved him off. "I’m in control!" he screamed.