Torrent

I - How will you die?

By getting hit from gallons of water, of course. How else?
Yeah, sounds kind of silly without context, so let me give you some background.

Our country is drowning.

Since days, weeks, months, we are expected to deal with a national catastrophe with a smile on our face. Torrent, as we normally call it, is the cause of all our suffering. "Torrent" is the name given to an aggressive stream of water from the ocean that ravages our town and leaves nothing but a trail of desperation and debris.
If you're hit by Torrent, all hope is lost for you. Might as well start writing your testament now.

Day after day, Torrent rips through the streets at insane speeds to destroy the little things we have left.

I have given myself the task of acting as an overseer, a superintendent that scavenges the streets to look for the ones that can't look after themselves. I would love to be the knight in shining armor that protects the town from Torrent, yet I can't really do much as a 19 year old girl whose physical condition is less than desirable.

Torrent draws closer every day, yet our government refuses to acknowledge that we're facing a crisis.
No one knows where we're headed to, how our future looks like. All we have is a massively increasing corpse count.

I sometimes wonder where people end up after they die. But I lost hope for an afterlife years ago.

If I survive and manage to flee the country in time, I sure have a story to tell my future grandchildren.