When Tragedy Strikes
I don't own Lab Rats
Leo's POV
"Where should we go now?" I ask.
"I wanna go find my cousin, Adam," Chase says. "I don't know if he survived or not."
"Where does he live?" Janelle asked.
"They live almost in a different city. They're right on the edge of Mission Creek," Chase explains. "The hurricane hit their place too and I want to know if they're okey."
"How will we get there in all this water and trash?" I ask.
"I know where we are and I know where they live. We just need to start moving. Where they live is far. I could take about a week to get there," Chase informs us. "At least on foot it will."
"It's for family! I'm in!" Janelle says.
"Me too," I add.
"Let's go then," Chase says leading us down a flooded street.
The water was cold and still up to our knees. We ignored it best we could but it was very hard. We walked through the the flooded streets for what felt like hours.
"I'm hungry. Can we stop?" I asked.
"Yeah. Me too," Janelle added.
"Okey. We can stop," Chase gives in, obviously not in the mood for an argument.
We climb on top of a pickup truck. It was scratched, rusted, and it's red paint was all chipped. It had several large dents in it. Atleast the top was somewhere dry.
I hand everyone each two chips. I had less than half a bag left.
We sat and talked about our game plan to get to Adam's house.
I thought Janelle was actually very pretty.
Now's not the time for a girlfriend, Leo! I told myself.
We stayed up on the truck for a long time. It was getting dark so we decided to spend the night there.
Chase stayed up and kept watch.
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