I wake up to torrential rain hammering the house. Almost sounds like it’s going to come through the bloody wall. I reach over and check my phone. It’s seven fourty four in the morning. Damn it, I slept in. Yesterday took a lot out of me I guess.
I turn on the bedside lamp and then sort through the pile of clothes on the floor for sweatpants and a t-shirt. I check in on Tess but she’s sound asleep, Zoe’s light is off so I keep walking.
One of the chairs is pulled away from the kitchen table and an empty coffee cup is sitting in front. The door to the basement is wide open with yellow light flooding out, so I make my way down. John is crouched in the far corner, his rain jacket still shedding water, covering up a hole in the floor with a wood panel.
“Mornin’ John. Everything okay?”
“So far. Just checking the sump.”
I can smell the must and damp, but everything looks dry enough, “Think we’ll be okay?”
John gives me a sideways glance, “Just got back from out across the way. Creek’s higher than I’ve seen it before, and there’s standing water in the fields already. Have to see what happens, worst isn’t here yet.”
“Damn. Well, I should probably get breakfast started, you hungry?”
“Yeah, should eat I guess. Be up shortly.”
I start up the narrow staircase, “Sounds good. Holler if you need a hand with anything.”
Wonder what’s going on? Start here -> The Flood – Prologue