The Flood – Part 14

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It’s three AM, or close enough to. The moon is nearly full, probably will be tomorrow. This is our second night in the boat. Zoe has been quiet, more so since the battery on her phone died. Tess is either buried in a blanket trying to get some rest or trying not to cry. I’m mostly just sitting here wondering what the hell we’re going to do. It’s surprising how fast you run out of things to talk about, how soon the words to comfort sound hollow in a situation like this.

It doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t get to sleep. There are weird noises all around us, and a deep red glow to the south. It’s like perpetual sunset. I doubt I want an explanation for any of this, so I focus on what’s in front of me.

Things definitely aren’t getting better. The water isn’t going down, and it’s got this weird, stale smell to it. Every now and then a dead animal floats by. Some you might expect, I think I saw a Coyote once. Its things like water birds and fish that worry me most. There haven’t been many signs of life out there. Zoe thought she heard a helicopter earlier, but it’s hard to know what is wishful thinking and what might be delusion. Even if there was help coming, how long will it take to get all the way out here? Looks like we’ll have to figure this out on our own.

 

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Wonder what’s going on? Start here -> The Flood – Prologue

 

 

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