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I stood there in the doorway, looking around at the murky scene. Puddles of water were scattered in every which way as rain poured in through the cracked windows. We had done our best to board them up before the storm hit but it all seemed so futile now. Surely this isn’t it… is it?
The wind had picked up and it sounded as if it were a roaring train from all directions. The house still stood, but the creaking was only sounding like it had been amplified. Drenched and cold I slump down on the floor, not minding my wet clothes that had long since been clinging to my skin. There was nothing else I could do but wait for the storm to pass, and surely, by any means of luck, able to find my sister.
I bring my hands to my face, rubbing my eyes and forehead, distressed and worried. I should still be out there, but I’ve taken nothing but a beating from the relentless downpour; nearly getting swept out to sea myself.
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