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Maka felt wet lips.
And she absently licked hers.
She was still half-asleep and she felt good.
The blankets and bed had become cold throughout the night because of the storm.
But it added to her satisfaction.
She would shiver but it would feel good.
Maka felt her face get wet.
She lazily raised a hand and used it to wipe her face.
Of course, she was slowly waking up.
And gaining her senses.
Why was she wet?
Her eyes opened and she cursed.
The place was sinking.
Maka quickly moved and went for the door.
Which wouldn't open.
She shook it wildly. In vain.
She was starting to panic.
She had to get out even it the storm was continuously raging.
Water had reached her knees already.
But the door wouldn't budge.
"Help me! Somebody!"
She was getting utterly helpless, force unable to break the door.
She didn't know it why it wouldn't open.
And within a few moments, she wouldn't get the chance to know.
"HELP! SOMEBODY!"
The storm continued outside.
Filling the place like a bath tub.