Your makeup crumbles, iPod's turn off shattered, the screen is no longer clear , the things once known as cell phones suddenly disappear. The material things around you pick up in a wind storm full of anger. The sirens are screaming out alerting you to a sudden wisp of danger. You look around and call for help but guess what's in your hand? Nothing because your electronics are terminated and in this world their banned. You don't know what to do because you rely on material things so much.. Now your in the middle of a road at the savage storms unfamiliar clutch.. It picks you up and throws you down like the fit you pitched at your father.. Fo