Higher Ground

I looked towards the hill ahead of us, drenched in both the hole water and my own cold sweat. My hands shook on my thighs. I hate this. I hate the stupid man who caused this. I hate that I'm not with Lucas right now.

Lucas! Shit.

"Grandpa! We have to go back! I promised him!"

"Are you crazy? The water is going to come back any time now we have to get to the top of this hill!" He yelled back at me.

"No! I have to! Let me out!" I screamed. I screamed at him with all my might.

He kept driving. I turned back straight in my seat and glanced at the buckled "door" of the side by side and glanced back at my grandfather. After a few seconds of hard contemplation, I ripped my seatbelt off, unbuckled the door and jumped.

The world had been normal. Things were actually going good for Zoey. She was top of her class with the school year slowly coming to an end. But there was something that caused everything to go into a spiral.

A crack in the earth's surface caused lakes and rivers across the United States to aggressively run through towns and cities. Wiping out millions of cars, houses and people. Family, friends, strangers. Killed.

And worst of all? The crack in the Earth created a large hole deep into the ground that shoots water comparable to a hurricane every hour for thirty minutes. And Zoey's only half a mile away.