You lose your grip on the pantry door and you smash threw the kitchen window. Glass slits you in several places and you howl in pain. You feel yourself propelled straight for a short ways then the tornado loses its hold and you are free falling. Blinded by grit and debris. Holding your hands to your bleeding eyes and falling end over end. Into a weather vane that looks like a crowing rooster. It skewers you and your back breaks forcing blood from your mouth. You don't last long after that.
The End