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CHAPTER 1
Warm, filthy water lapped at Agnes's bare feet as she stood by the back door as rain water bubbled under it. Her hands held out behind her as she waited for a bath towel from her older brother. It has been raining for days without any signs of stopping, the sun hasn't touched her pale skin for a while, not wanting to go out into the rain, like anyone would want to. Even before that she always liked to stay cooped up indoors reading or playing games with her older brothers. A soft feeling in her hand pulled her away from her thoughts, gazing at it, it was a towel. Agnes looked at her brother, he had several towels with him, some bigger or smaller then others. His brown hair was in shambles and pants and elbows was drenched in waterlogged items and, well, water. She couldn't tell if there was sweat or water on his forehead, maybe sweat because she could tell that he was slightly panicking. She looked back at the door and felt through the ripples that the brother has left out of the kitchen and to the living room to her second brother. Agnes knelt down and covered up the other half of the bottom of the door with a dry towel, the other one she used was already drenched with water.
She sat down on a stool and looked at the cheap television that stood on the kitchen counter, the plug was above the baseboards so it wasn't as dangerous as the growing storm that the newsman had addressed. She sighs, there was now a birds eye view on the entire city, up to its ankles in water. She heard the other television in the living room, on the same channel, in the background of her thoughts. Agnes looked in their general direction, her thoughts traveled to her parents, mostly their father. He would have known how to calm her down, even though she didn't feel anything, not even the wetness and her cold toes.
"Jason!" The eldest brother called to another, emergency sirens started to blare, overwhelming the sound of the newsman on the televisions. "T-The dams walls broke!" Jasons voice went a few pitches higher then normal. Agnes looked away from the hallway they were down from to the television, but water had pressed against the windows and the house creaked, causing her immediate attention. The windows gave way under the pressure and exploded into shining glass shards, foul tasting fishy water quickly filled the house, then her ears and lungs. The need for air was almost urgent.
This doesn't make sense! How did it fill up so quickly? Why cant I move? Am I really that tired already?
Her heart-beat was the only thing she heard over the water rushing past her ears, it was starting to go slower and slower as oxygen was not a possibility. The darkness that enclosed around Agnes's vision grew with every thump of her heart, she could have sworn that she heard something in her ear, a echoy male voice, not disrupted by the water current.
Before the darkness enclosed in, she jolted awake, coughing on invisible water that she thought clogged her lungs. Her heart started to slow down from its adrenaline, just like waking up from an endless falling dream.
"Its, okay Agnes, everything's fine..." Agnes sighs, deeply breathing in the piney scent of the dense forest, an environment that she knew all to well.
This wasn't her house anymore, now in the forest after the flood, stuck in the same scenery for about 3 days now. She was feeding of the mercy of the forest, it was generous with its berries but in a tricky manor, 'which ones are the poisoned ones?' She knew of a common berry that wasn't poisonous, and they were starting to be hard to find. The occasional nuts were alright but not filling, and mushrooms where a huge no no.
Agnes stood up, stumbling uneasily from the shakiness of her nightmare, she hated water and couldn't stand it, and it seemed like her mind knew just how to get to her. She ran her hands down her back to remove any of the pine needles that got stuck to her as she napped, then turned to pluck the the sticky needles off her jeans. The sun was just starting to set, causing some scattered oak tree leaves to emit shadows to dance on the forest floor. She didn't like this, but she was so tired of endless walking and wasn't going to get anywhere just sitting here.
Agnes started to walk, her legs and knees brushing against the shrubbery's thorns that almost tore through her jeans. The hair on the back of her neck began to rise, either she was seeing things from the immense lack of sleep, or she keeps seeing dark figures moving along the trees. She shook her head, this has happened before, it must be those shadow people that people always see. Her hands absentmindedly rested on passing trees for minimal support. Every time she lifted her legs over a log or a large rock felt like it added 10 pounds. Agnes sighs, her stomach growled in hunger, but she did not want to devour the last of her 'natural trail mix' just yet.
The sky went from a creamy amber to an indigo blue, then black. The air of smelled of dewdrops and firs, but through the greenery scents, Agnes can pick out the, sweet, calling scent of bread and tomato sauce. Her stomach bubbled and squelched with the excitement of this wondrous circumstance. Her pace quickened, powered by the adrenaline of a possible food source, friends, maybe even a new home.
