the untold first draft of the flush by dead_of_winter

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The flush. What comes to your mind when you think of the flush? Perhaps a toilet? That's a reasonable assumption. But no it was an era of complete disaster for those living during the 21st century. I am the only still living, besides the boy who saved me. 20 years later, and I am here to tell you my story. My name is Robin Lowe. I was only 8 when the flush destroyed my home. I remember when the water came rushing towards my school. The tidal wave was at least 60 feet high. At first I was fascinated by it. Then chaos broke out. My classmates were screaming but I remained unfazed. Even when the wave crashed through the windows. Water engulfed me, bringing me under. I didn't struggle though. Everything was silent, I closed my eyes. That is when it all changed.

The weather was muggy when I opened my eyes. I was immediately alert. Where was I? What happened? I sat up, before me was a boy around my age. We were on a raft, around us was water, and more water... no sign of life. Who was he? What happened to all the kids at the school? Was my mom okay? I started to realize this was very bad.

H-hi...My name is Robin, I started, ...what is your name?

Hello, I am Lucas, and I am guessing you're wondering what the hell just happened? he said, looking a bit sad.

Yes..uh, where are we? I asked, not really expecting the answer I was about to receive.

Well, we are above your school. I would say a good 70 feet above the water. I have been searching the water for any survivors. I haven't had an luck. I don't know if this was some freak hurricane, or what. But to be honest I am scared. He whispered. It was then, at that moment, that I had realized... we were screwed.