"Five minutes, Elias!" his neighbor, Sarah, shouted from her driveway. She was throwing suitcases into her truck with a frantic, jerky energy. "The wind shifted. It’s jumping the creek!"
Elias didn't move. He was watching the "snow"—thick, gray flakes of ash drifting down to coat his garden. It was beautiful in a terrifying way, like a winter from hell. Episode 5: Wildfire
Elias stood on his porch, clutching a single photograph and his grandfather’s old radio. He looked at the ridge line. Usually, the mountains were a deep, reassuring blue against the sunset. Today, the sky was a bruised, apocalyptic orange, and the mountains were gone, swallowed by a wall of white-hot teeth. "Five minutes, Elias