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THE FLOOD – PROLOGUE

 * Post author By Bed Dev
 * Post date September 18, 2022
 * Categories In Memories

My day started with a big boom early in the morning that made me jump as my
hearth raced and my body flinched. What followed was me realizing that the
source of such boom was the explosion of a nearby transformer and that I was,
suddenly, in the middle of a very, very unpleasant power outage. I knew that,
most likely it would get at least a couple hours for it to get back to normal.
It was time to get moving.

I was instantly greeted by my beloved Chinito, a cute and fat tuxedo cat I
adopted a couple years ago when he was just a baby. As I stepped down the bed he
approached me and bit my hand off (figuratively) so I knew he wasn’t very
pleased with the idea of waiting much longer before getting his breakfast.

I followed him into the kitchen while he cried in despair. I took care of
putting food in his plate in barely a minute, and he started devouring it even
quicker. I caressed his fur and gave him a few pants on the side.

Watching him go through his tuna based fillets just after the boom got me
thinking of that time we went through a flood together.

Back at two years ago, it was a time of great success for me, I had just landed
a better job and, at the same time, I had just moved to a cheap, small house in
a cheaper neighborhood outside of the city. Having this combination of lower
costs in rent and higher income really was working out.

It was near the end of June and the city had gone through a couple severe storms
in the recent days, so the streets were full of those very typical ponds here
and there, nothing crazy. Just as the day I started this story with, I was going
through my greet and feed routine with Chinito, except that time the sky was
dark and you could see a storm clearly coming.

> I’m sure you’ll be ok buddy

I told him. Yeah, right, like any other stormy monday. I grabbed my stuff and
headed out the house. Something I’ve always liked about it is that there’s a
pink grapefruit tree on the front yard and another one on the back yard, and
that gave the house just a slight of a cozzy countryside feel in the middle of a
very busy neighborhood.

I stepped down the step that was at the entrance and closed the door. Chinito’s
annoyed face disappeared behind. He knew it was time for him to be bored until I
got back to let him out.

My front yard wasn’t anything special but at least it had some grass. The
surrounding streets were full of cats so It wasn’t rare for me to catch some
invaders and I never minded about them being there. That day I saw none of them
though. Only the wild grass that had started growing on the yard and my father’s
car, although something did catch my attention.

> Did it really rain that much last night?

I thought, because I didn’t remember seeing the water level on the street being
at almost half the cars tires high before. That seemed odd. But we had so much
rain those days I didn’t see that as unexpected. Anyway, I checked the sidewalk
from the side and thought there was still room o’ plenty for the water to keep
raising. The car wouldn’t have any issues traversing through that.

It was a black, modern sedan that I felt it was very much in line with my
personality. As usual, I didn’t hesistate to jump inside it. Getting that car
going was a matter of closing the door and pressing a button, and that time it
wasn’t different. The engine started with a nice roar.

I turned on the radio as I started slowly advancing towards the street end,
creating small waves on the water that seemed to ripple strangely above the
sidewalk. Something didn’t look right.

I raised the volume a bit. Some guy was rambling about another incoming storm.
From my perspective it wasn’t impossible for the street to get dry before the
next storm hit, but he was calling out that the water levels on the caves
beneath the ground were abnormally high, and warning that so much water there
wouldn’t allow for the water on the streets to get absorbed back into the
subsoil.

Nowadays I remember that clearly, but it didn’t seem that important to me in
that moment. I took it more as one of those soporific scientific debates and
changed the station to a pop music channel as I turned left in the street to
take the main avenue of the neighborhood.

A vibrant voice broke my thoughts with some jibber jabber about how the selected
playlist for that day would involve retro songs with themes centered around
storms. I thought what the hell and gave it a chance. I didn’t remember catching
a special like that on the radio before and thought that it was an odd theme to
create songs about, but the tunes that started coming in weren’t too bad.

Then I turned left and found the main avenue unussually empty. It was early, and
around that time it was common for the avenue to be clear of people, but still,
I felt something was off. When I was halfway through it, I remember thinking I
hadn’t ever seen the avenue with such large water puddles before.

Unfortunately, since I was fairly new in the neighborhood I even took it with a
grain of salt and thought that at least then I knew what street to avoid when
trying to hurry on a stormy day. So I continued with my perception of having a
very normal -just stormy- day.

> There are downsides of living in this kind of neighborhood

I stupidly thought, as I drove farther away from home and changed direction
towards the city. The sky was already cloudy, the sunlight pale and dim. I kept
switching channels in the car radio until I found that guy rambling about the
subsoil again, and decided to shut it off. I was feeling proud about having gone
through several hurricanes myself before, and almost found the overall panic
towards the incoming storm silly since it was way less intense than a hurricane.

As many of my fellow citizens, I too understimated what would happen later that
day, and continued my way to the office. Looking back at it, I’m unsure of what
on me was responsible of being so able to just ignore factual evidence. Maybe my
belief in the strenght on routine was itself too strong.

The streets I went through in my way to the office were all abnormally full of
water. But I got myself distracted thinking in other stupid unrelated factual
evidence, like how cars get less damage on the engine if a certain speed is kept
when going through a puddle, or how people always choose to slow down instead.
That last one is something I still find somewhat alienating. I guess an external
obsever could have said the same about how I chose to assume this was just
another routine day.

And then I made it to the office. It’s fairly common to me to snap out of
daydreaming when I get down the car. So I got my stuff out and looked at the
building that was standing next to me. It was a white, two story house that you
wouldn’t know it was an office, if not because of a medium sized group of people
seemed to go in and get out there every working day around the same times.

The company I worked for back then didn’t have a proper work center setup yet,
so every worker went into this sort-of-office house whenever they felt like it,
but it wasn’t mandatory and a lot of folks never found a reason that was worth
the hassle. There were a couple things I liked about the place. One of them was
it had an unlimited supply of coffee, and the other that it had a kitchen where
you could cook your own breakfast. Some folks shared the same mojo and it
created a nice vibe. You should have seen us that day, cooking breakfasts and
drinking coffee like any other morning, as if there was nothing going on in the
sky above us.

Had I left the radio tuned to that channel I was listening on my way there, or
had we tuned in the news before our morning rituals, we might have heard about
the incoming storm.

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