The rain pelts mercilessly. My parched throat craves liquid, but my feeble brain knows better than to swallow. Tugging the hood of the heavy rubber coat, I lick my cracked lips and taste blood.
I hurry along the empty alley, spattering the reflections of blinking lights. Discarded flyers and plastic wrappers cling to the wet asphalt. The dark, silent windows of storehouses gaze down at me.
I reach a dead end. I see no more lights, no remnants of civilization. The infinite blackness spreads ahead.
Water, everywhere.

Mysterious and ominous. I like the ambiance you’ve created here with hints of escape and dangerous water.
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Ooooh, thank you.
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Very atmospheric. What will they drink when they run out of beer?
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Wine, perhaps?
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Eerily well written. 🙂
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Thank you. 😊
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Quite a mood you’ve set. Definitely draws you in.
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I’m glad it worked. Thank you.
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Very impressive, Nelkumi. Powerful.
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Thank you, Ms. Linda.
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Such rich descriptive writing, it takes me there. I want to know more.
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Thank you for the encouraging words.
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You’re welcome.
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As everyone else said, the atmosphere of desolation is tangible. To be flooded and not able to drink, horrible thought.
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Horrible indeed.
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