I Thought it Was the End of the World

Last night, I was laying in bed, enjoying a quiet night of reading and relaxing when the power started to flicker. It went out and on and out and on. And then it was just out.

Not two seconds later an alarm started going off. At first, I thought it was a car alarm or a police car, but that wasn't quite right. It could have been a house alarm. My mind though went to that place and decided it must be a city-wide alarm, altering the citizens to imminent disaster. I looked out the window and saw a haze of dust blurring the houses behind me, the stars and moon were nowhere to be seen. The wind was loud and behind the piercing alarm sounding in the distance, I could hear metal creaking and garbage cans tumbling. It started to warm-up a little bit in my room and I could taste the dust in my mouth. The only thing I could think of during the twenty minutes or so that the power was out, was that I was going to heat-up and die in a this dust-filled valley of hell.

Thankfully the power came back on and, as the dust settled, I regained my sense of security. I woke-up this morning though thinking of all the things I need to buy for an emergency desert disaster kit. Anyone know how to store 100 gallons of water under a bed?