The two of them were plunged into darkness.
Rain hammered on the roof above. Under their feet was a bone-chilling, penetrating flood. Outside, the wind howled and animals shrieked. It felt as if every sound had been amplified several times over. Grandma King finally felt a surge of fear.
"My pig! Did the pigsty collapse? Why is it squealing so much? I have to go check on it!"
’Is she still thinking about her pig at a time like this? We need to save ourselves!’
Cecelia Archer bent down in front of Grandma King.
"The pigsty collapsed, and the pig is gone. I’ll have the company compensate you with two more later! If the house collapsed, we’ll build you a new one! Don’t worry about these material things. While we can still move, I’ll carry you to the village secretary’s house. If we wait, it’ll be too late!"
"But... but..."
"No more ’buts,’ Grandma. My daughter is only three years old. She can’t lose me. Let’s go, quickly!"
Grandma King finally climbed onto Cecelia Archer’s back.
Cecelia Archer stood behind the door, turning sideways as she told Grandma King to open it.
Even though they had prepared, pressing themselves as close to the wall as possible, a torrent of floodwater burst in the moment the door opened, sending them staggering.
Cecelia Archer fought to steady herself. She and Grandma King finally escaped the condemned house, but the situation outside was even worse.
The large raindrops, no longer held back by a roof, pelted down. They hammered relentlessly against her face, stinging her skin and forcing her eyes shut.
Inside the house, the water had only reached their calves, but the moment she stepped outside, it instantly rose to her waist.
If not for their combined weight, one on top of the other, the buoyancy of the water would have swept them off their feet.
The path ahead was pitch-black. She couldn’t see anything but the churning floodwaters. Cecelia’s heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
But she desperately told herself not to panic. She was carrying another person’s life on her back. Candy and Annie were waiting for her at home, and Shane Grant was waiting for her at the hospital.
She couldn’t die here, no matter what.
"Grandma, I can’t see a thing, but I remember the general direction. I’m going to try to head for the secretary’s house now. If there are any potholes or anything on the path, you have to tell me. We’re going to be okay!"
"Okay, okay."
Cecelia Archer carefully felt her way forward while Grandma King gave directions. They finally made it out of the yard.
She had thought only Grandma King’s house was in such a dire state, but as soon as they left the yard, she heard screams and the shrieks of animals from all over the village.
It was just like the apocalypse depicted in disaster movies.
The village secretary’s house was on higher ground, with a small, steep slope in front of it. Halfway there, the water was already up to Cecelia’s chest. A wave of pessimism washed over her; she might not actually survive the night.
The water was this deep on flat ground; the slope ahead was probably a raging waterfall by now.
She was so tired she felt like she couldn’t take another step. She wouldn’t be able to carry Grandma King up that "waterfall" to save her life.
The moment a person loses hope, their strength evaporates.
Cecelia’s steps became unsteady and her breathing grew labored. Even Grandma King on her back could feel her exhaustion.
"Luna, are you out of strength? It’s been hard on you, carrying an old woman like me for so long when you’re so thin. You can put me down."
"No, Grandma. The water’s too deep."
"Just help me stand. If it really comes to it, just leave me here. I’ve lived a long life, more than long enough. You’re still young. You should go on your own."
Cecelia gritted her teeth and forced herself forward, trying to last for one more second, and then another.
"Don’t say things like that. I’m not leaving you behind. Maybe my colleagues are out looking for me. They might be waiting for us just up ahead."


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