Juggernaut

The storm had struck hard the night before, wind blowing the heavy rain horizontal, rattling houses, and uprooting trees. The damage done was intense, and not only would it require much rebuilding, but just getting needed materials for such purposes would be difficult, as the roads in and out of town were completely blocked off. No one had been prepared for such an event. Several houses had been severely damaged, and several people's cars had been utterly destroyed by the debris. It would take much time to recover.

But one man in particular was dead set on making sure that that recovery occurred sooner rather than later. Desmond was easily the largest man in town, being the sole worker of the fields. Come morning, as people were coming out of their hiding places and beginning to asses the amount of damage done, Desmond was already on the main road. Every muscle in his body hulking and stressing as he heaved trees, one at a time, off of and to the side of the road.

He shoved his fingers hard into the bark, forcing his grip into the tree before lifting it up off of the ground, only barely getting it a few inches off of the ground before twisting his torso hard to fling the tree off to the side. His body was drenched in sweat - it was hard for the townspeople to judge just how long he had been at work doing this - and his breath was heavy, but the moment one tree was safely off to the side, he was already moving on to the next.

There was no one in town brave enough to tell him he should rest, or that they could help. To see a single man with so much power was not only inspiring, but terrifying as well. And with the way he moved from one tree to the next, they weren't sure if they would even have enough time to open their mouths before he was swinging one around, and they might be in the way. While he was surely helping the town, it was difficult to say what his motivation in doing so was, or if he would take the time to ensure the safety of those around him as he did so. So they let him be on his way.

It took him the full day to clear out the main road, whose lining trees had previously been upright. Desmond was exhausted by the time he was done, but he said nothing to the townspeople as he went back into his home. He needed to eat and to rest, to regain his energy. There would be more trees to move in the morning. But at least now new supplies would be able to begin their path into town. Maybe soon he would be able to get back to work in his fields.