Hey guys, how was your guyss saint patrick's day?
Cato POV:
We wait until the water stops moving so fast. I don't know how long I've been here, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks? All I know is that Clove and Alex are lost. Finally, the water starts to slow down and we can put our feet in the water. Me and Marvel timidly place out feet in the water, testing it out. It seems fine, so Marvel puts another foot in. Big mistake. He gets pushed by the current and falls into the water. Struggling, he bobs up and down in the water.
"Help!" he yells. I reach my hand out to try to grab him, but it doesn't work. I cautiously lean over the edge of the roof, knowing that if a strong current comes, I fall in. We're reaching to grab hands, until our hands meet. I grip his hand and with all the strength I can muster, pull him back up.
"Thank you," Marvel pants.
"You saved me and my kids," I reminded him.
"Yes, but you could have left me there, thank you," he says, standing up.
"No problem," I say.
"I think we should explore the room that we're over, because if we're here forever, we'll die," he says.
"Okay, I think both of us should go and leave the kids here," I say.
"Okay," he agrees. I walk over to my kids and they look up at me.
"Where's mom?" Darren asks, on the verge of tears.
"Where's Alex?" Sam asks, crying. I kneel down next to them and hug them.
"They're okay, they're strong and they'll be just fine," I reassure them and myself.
"Are you sure?" Darren asked.
"Positive."
"What if they're dead?" Sam asks. I'm taken aback by the question. What do I tell him? That there's a big chance that they're dead or hurt, but don't be scared? I can't lie to them, but I can't be truthful either.
"I don't know," I answer honestly. Darren starts to cry when he processes what I just said. I cry a little too, hugging them.
"I found a way in!" Marvel yells from across the roof. Sam and Darren look at me questioningly.
"Where are you going?"
"Yeah, where?"
"Are you going to find mommy?"
"What about Sam?"
They fire questions at me.
"I'm going down to the room below and looking for food," I tell them.
"Can I come?" Sam asks.
"No," I say firmly.
"Why?" Darren asks, already standing up.
"Because mommy wants you safe right?" I tear up at the mention of Clove.
"Yes," Darren says.
"So stay here and sleep, and don't even think about walking over to the edge of the roof," I say. They nod and I stand up, kissing them both on the head and walking towards Marvel.
"Ready?" he asks, opening up a hatch, revealing the inside of the house. Thankfully the water flooded out of the house, leaving it dry.
"I'll go first," I say, dropping down to the ground. I wish I didn't go first. In the house was a family. I quickly rush over to them, to see if they're okay. I flip over the first body. It's a child, no older than 7. Her eyes are open and lifeless. Her body is damp and her hair is full of sand. I stroke her face, trying to wake her up, even though I know she's dead. I close her hazel eyes, and let her sleep. I go to the next body, the father. His face looks distressed and he's holding a toy, probably of one of his kids. His face is turned, as if he just saw the wave before it killed him. The last body is pressed against the wall. The wife's once beautiful blonde hair was now filled with sand and seaweed. She looks as if she was screaming because he mouth was opened. Tears come to my eyes as I look at the corpses surrounding me. This could have been our family. We were one of the lucky ones. I was too wrapped up with the family that I didn't realize that Marvel came in. I heard foot steeps and I turned around. He look surprised by my tears, but quickly understood when he saw the family behind me.
"Let's just find what we need and get out of here," he says. I can't agree with him more. We raid the refrigerators and closets. I find water bottles that were never used, and some cans of beans, pickled vegetables, fruits, and tuna. I grab as much as I can and throw it up one at a time. Once all the food we got is up on the roof, we climb up. We eat and while we do I realize something.
"Do you have a phone?" I ask.
"Yes, do you want to use it?"
"Please," he hands me the phone. I dial in Clove's parent's number.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's Cato."
"Hello Cato, how is the trip?"
"There was a disaster," I say.
"What kind of disaster?" Mrs. Sevina asks.
"There was a tsunami," I hear her gasp on the other end.
"Are you all okay?"
"I'm with Sam and Darren. But Clove and Alex got separated from us right when the wave hit," I say, tears in my voice.
"Do you know where she is?" I hear her crying.
"No, but I'll find them. I promise you that," I say crying.
"That you, and whe-" the line is cut short. I look and see that the battery has ran out. I hand the phone back and look at my kids.
"Thank you, but the battery ran out. I'm sorry," I tell him.
"It's okay, I called when you were sleeping," he says, smiling slightly.
"Who was that?" Sam asked.
"It was grandma."
"Why were you crying?" Darren observes.
"Because of mom and Alex," I respond.
"Oh," was all they could say.
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