The Flood – Part 16

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We’re all hiding under bits of tarp trying to keep dry. The rain started about an hour ago, it’s a pain in the ass but thankfully it hasn’t amounted to much. Zoe’s leaned up against the side of the boat. I can’t see her eyes but judging by the rhythm of her breath she’s sleeping. Tess is somewhere under the ball of blankets to my right. I can hear her whispering, either to herself or to the journal, but can’t make out the words.

The sky is dark. There’s no wind and no noise except the steady patter of rain drops. I’m about to drift off myself when the boat shifts in the water, like something is rubbing up against the hull. It’s happened a few times before, usually a tree branch but once or twice something man-made. This feels different.

It happens again, harder this time. I realize I’m holding my breath. Zoe is jolted awake, “What the hell?” My hand is shaking as I touch my index finger against my lips. Zoe goes pale and shrinks back when she sees the look in my eyes. Tess is peeking out from under the fringe of her blankets but stays low.

There’s nothing else for what seems like an eternity. Both Tess and Zoe are watching me. I don’t want to look, but I have to know. I raise my head up. Off the bow there’s a distinct ripple on the water, and a dark shadow moving away from us.

 

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

 

 

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