Hurricane Harvey landfall
Hurricane Harvey makes landfall in Rockport, Texas, as residents evacuate and emergency responders prepare for the storm's impact. The scene is chaotic with palm trees bending violently, debris scatte
Setting
Coastal town of Rockport, Texas, with a mix of residential homes, small businesses, and docks along the shoreline. The streets are lined with palm trees bending violently in the wind, and debris is beginning to scatter across the roads.
Characters
Sheriff Dawson
primary
A middle-aged man in his late 40s, with a sturdy build and a weathered face that speaks of years spent outdoors. His short-cropped salt-and-pepper hair is slightly disheveled from the wind, and his piercing blue eyes are sharp with focus. He has a no-nonsense demeanor, with a slight limp from an old injury sustained in the line of duty.
EMT Rodriguez
primary
A Hispanic man in his early 30s with a stocky, muscular build from years of emergency work. His short black hair is slightly tousled from the wind, and his dark brown eyes show both focus and concern. He has a faint scar above his right eyebrow, likely from a past incident.
Fisherman Hank
secondary
A weathered man in his late 50s with a sun-bronzed face, deep wrinkles around his eyes from squinting at the horizon, and salt-and-pepper stubble. His muscular arms bear scars from years of handling fishing nets and ropes. His hands are rough and calloused, with a missing fingertip on his left hand from a long-ago accident.
Mrs. Wilkins
secondary
A frail elderly woman in her late 70s, with thinning white hair pulled back into a loose bun. Her face is lined with deep wrinkles, and her pale blue eyes are slightly clouded with age. She moves slowly, leaning heavily on a wooden cane.
News Reporter
background
A middle-aged journalist with a wiry build, wearing a windblown appearance. His short, dark hair is tousled by the strong winds, and he has a slightly sunburned complexion from working outdoors. He carries a professional demeanor despite the chaotic environment.
Dialog
Sheriff Dawson
Y'all need to clear this area now—storm surge'll be here in under an hour. Last buses leave in fifteen.
EMT Rodriguez
Mrs. Wilkins, your oxygen levels are dropping. We *have* to get you to shelter—this house won’t hold.
Mrs. Wilkins
I ain’t leavin’ my mama’s china to the wind. Lived through Carla in ’61—this ain’t my first rodeo.
Sheriff Dawson
Rodriguez, status? We’re losing light fast.
EMT Rodriguez
Still working on her, Sheriff. Ma’am—*please*. That surge’ll turn these streets into rivers.
Mrs. Wilkins
Where’s my cat? I can’t find Mr. Boots...
Sheriff Dawson
We’ll find him. But right now, I need you to trust us like we trusted you to bake pies at the fair.