Hero

No longer safe...

Safety.
Safety.
Safety.
Then, boom.

An echoed thump thump was distant, but still audible.

As Syria slowly awoke from the noise, she felt like she was rising out of the feeling of safety.

She opened her eyes.

The whole room was shaking. The lighting was flickering on and off. The furniture was sliding, ever so slightly.

Syria looked over at Andrew, who was also gripping onto his bed.

They needed to survive. No matter what it was.

Syria jumped out of her bed.

With great determination, she ran to the boxes of armor and weapons.

She felt a drop of water fall on her head.

The pipes.

They were starting to break. Something was putting pressure on the roof. They needed to get out. Quickly.

The pipes kept leaking more and more. It felt like it was raining.

"Andrew come on!" Syria yelled at him.

He couldn't move. He was scared to death.

She ran over to him and ripped him from the mattress. She pulled him with her to the boxes.

She quickly put on some armor, but realized, she didn't know how to put it on. The various straps were confusing and would take hours to figure out how to adjust them in place. They only had a few minutes before the roof collapsed on them.

She grabbed the biggest bag she could find, and stuffed it with weapons. Once most of the boxes were empty, she filled hem with as much food as possible. But how could she take everything?

What if...?

She set the boxes in a clear compartment.

"Shrink them!" She commanded.
"It will take, 12 hours, 25 minutes, and 17 seconds." The computer replied. At least what she thought was right, but it would take WAY too long.

Syria abandoned the boxes and put as much food as possible in two suitcases. Hopefully, it would be enough.

She went searching for Andrew. She realized, the room was flooding. The water was up to her belly.

She went searching for Andrew, screaming his name in desperation. If they didn't leave now, they would certainly die.

She kept hitting her bad foot on furniture everywhere, so she could barely wade in the water.

She hopped on top of a broken chair, and weaved her way around the place.

She stopped at a compartment to find first aid. So, when they were safe, she could heal her foot with gauze. It wasn't the best kind of care, but it would have to do until they found help.

"Andrew! We need to leave NOW! Where are you?!" She couldn't find him.

She was sure he drowned, when all of a sudden...

Syria screamed. She felt something warm, and slimy grab her bad foot. It yanked it in odd angles that made her howl in pain.

She grabbed the object, realizing, it was a hand that was connected to an arm, which meant... Andrew was still alive...

She screamed out of pure delight, and pulled him onto the small, broken chair.

Oh no... He was unconscious. She really hoped he didn't need any CPR. She was not in the mood. Oh well... The matter would just have to wait.

The door. They were almost to he door.

They started traveling the opposite way of their exit, when Syria spotted a nearby table.

Oh well, it's already broken anyway.

She pushed as hard as she could with her bad foot, towards the door.

She held onto the door handle, as she held onto Andrew.

This was it.
They had to leave before it was too late.

She opened up the door...

And jumped into the darkness...