Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Submerged, A Family

The next morning, Seraphina Sullivan didn’t wake up naturally. Instead, she was jolted awake by a wave of raucous noise from outside her window, growing louder by the second.

’What’s happening now...?’ she wondered, rubbing her drowsy eyes, her mind still foggy.

Inside the instances, she had to remain constantly vigilant. Her sleep was always light; the slightest disturbance would wake her instantly.

But back in the relative safety of the real world, she had Flora and Sean Chandler as her two "bodyguards."

She had unconsciously relaxed completely, falling into an unusually deep sleep.

Coupled with the continuous drumming of the rain outside, which acted like white noise, she had no desire to get up at all.

However, the sound reaching her ears now was no longer the monotonous rain. It was a chaotic mix of human voices—panicked, anxious, and shouting. It seemed as if the entire building, perhaps even the whole neighborhood, was in an uproar.

Seraphina Sullivan frowned. She struggled out of bed and padded barefoot to the window, pulling aside a corner of the curtain to peer outside.

The sight before her eyes jolted her wide awake!

The roads within the complex had completely vanished, submerged beneath murky, yellow water that had already swallowed the flowerbeds and was creeping up past the first-floor windows.

The water level appeared to be rising slowly but steadily.

A few smaller cars were almost completely submerged, with only their roofs visible above the water.

From the windows of the building across the way, residents leaned out, shouting to one another. Their voices sounded distorted and desperate against the backdrop of the rain:

"We’re done for! We’re done for! The water’s already past the first floor! There’s no way out!"

"Oh my god! When is this rain ever going to stop?! The whole building’s going to be flooded if this keeps up! I thought it would only last a few days, so I barely stockpiled any food! What are we going to do?!"

"I’ve called the emergency line several times for help! But the operator said the entire city is flooding and there aren’t nearly enough rescue teams. They told us to move to the highest floors possible and wait to be rescued!"

"Does anyone have any food to spare? Can you share a little? My kids are about to run out!"

"Why is the power out again?! Does anyone have a power bank? My phone’s about to die!"

These desperate, panicked conversations filled the space between the buildings.

A tide of panic was spreading, rising as swiftly as the floodwaters.

Seraphina Sullivan suddenly remembered her phone. She’d set it to Do Not Disturb last night.

She picked it up and saw the screen was crammed with countless push messages and app notifications. The "Apocalypse Survival Chat Group" in particular had exploded with 99+ messages.

She opened the group chat and quickly scrolled through the messages:

[HELP! Our neighborhood is flooded! The entire first floor is underwater!]

[The power’s out! We’ve lost power over here! My phone is almost dead!]

[Anyone in the XX District? I heard rescue boats are headed that way!]

[Dammit! I knew I should have bought more supplies a few days ago! But everything is rationed now, what are we supposed to do?!]

[Does anyone have a kayak or an inflatable raft? I’ll pay top dollar!]

[It’s over. This is really the end of the world...]

[@everyone, the authorities just issued a notice! They’re telling all residents to move to the rooftops of tall buildings and wait for rescue!]

[Rescue teams? How many are there? Can they really save us all?]

Message after message scrolled past, each one radiating sheer panic and the prelude to chaos.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify