“Boy, please! The water isn’t going to recede if you try to engage it in a staring contest. Come back over here and help us with this basket you and Mister Rotter put together.”
Reluctantly, Shark pulled away from the window. Seeing the water at such a high level frightened him a little bit. “Sorry. I guess I’m just nervous.”
“Well, don’t be, man,” Sinbad said as he grabbed a turkey and cheese sandwich. “This town’s dealt with this before.”
Dennis nodded to agree with him. “A flood in this town is nothing now. It’s a nuisance, but not new.” The older Racket then inspected one of the cans of pop he considered drinking. “Try to put it out of your mind. Tomorrow, we can go inspect the town for anything serious.”
That night, the rain had begun to let up, thankfully. It was still going, but not quite as bad.
Everyone had gone to sleep except for Shark. He still sat on the couch, fretting over the state of the rest of the town. The rainclouds made it too dark to see outside now.
Shark contemplated watching TV to take his mind off things, but he didn’t want to wake anyone up. There was also the chance of the power going completely out if he did so.
With no other choice, he sat in the darkness, trying to make out any objects. Quietly, the brunet stood back up and crept back to bed.
He’d gotten about halfway when he heard something outside. The loud noise took him completely off guard. For a few moments Shark remained still, in frightened silence.
“What was that?” He whispered to himself. He waited in case it rang out again. And indeed it did.
The best description for the sound was ‘sickening crack’. It couldn’t have been from thunder, as no lightning accompanied it. The loud, almost deafening noise sounded like a harbinger for more ominous events.
Shark wasn’t certain whether or not to wait until it stopped, or go back to bed and hide under the covers. After much consideration, he started back off to bed. Upon closing the door, he was confronted by his boyfriend’s sleepy glare.
“What the hell are you doing, man?” His whispering barely rasped over Dennis’ snoring.
“Nothing. Just had to go to the bathroom. Go back to sleep, Sinbad.” Satisfied with that answer, Sinbad lay back down. Shark joined him, pulling the cover up over himself.
No matter how hard he tried to get some sleep, it eluded him. He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes, but it didn’t work. After what felt like an eternity, in reality only about ten minutes, he got back to his feet.
Making sure he didn’t wake anyone up, Shark found a pair of hopefully sturdy pants and pulled them on. He was then back out in the living room, with a raincoat and lantern.
“I won’t be gone long, hopefully,” he spoke in the direction of their room. He then suited up, and went out into the dark, flooded world.
The outside was merciless, and unforgiving. Besides the sound of the rain, there wasn’t any other sound. Whatever it was earlier now was likely silenced.
Shark paddled through the street as calmly as he could. Within a minute’s time, he was completely drenched. The glow from the lantern offered little solace and help.
“Hello? Is anyone awake?” No answer. However, considering the hour, he hadn’t expected one. To confirm it, he tried again. “Hello!” As if to respond now, a new sound could be heard. It wasn’t like the cracking noise he’d heard earlier.
This was more of a loud animal cry, like a distorted whale call. It was still enough to make his blood run cold. Trying to reach his destination, Shark paddled faster.
There was the faint hope that the sound he’d heard was only in his mind. It didn’t repeat, which calmed him a bit.
When he got a sense of direction, Shark pressed onward to the destination in mind. He lifted up his light source in a near-futile attempt to see better.
After nothing but trees and partially-flooded houses, the brunet finally found what he was looking for.
“Here it is…” The town’s dam was always an immense structure that stood the test of time. Shark knew it had been there long before he was even born. for many years, it held back any dangerous levels of water.
Now it bore a frightening sign that it was weakening. As he investigated, Shark could see small cracks that had begun to leak. As he followed one, the brunet came across a sudden increase in the size.
To his horror, Shark got a closer look at what he knew to be an enormous growing split. Pairing together the sounds with this discovery, and the ominous reality came upon him.
“Oh no…” As quickly as he could, Shark turned the raft around and went back the way he came.
“Where the hell were you?” Shark came back home to see a very angry Sinbad at the doorway. The redhead practically hissed the question when the brunet came in.
“Sinbad! What are you doing up?”
The older man raised his hands, and shook his head in disbelief. “I should be askin’ you that! Are you fuckin’ trying to get yourself killed out there?”
Although the anger was justified, Shark still felt a bit hurt that that was the first reaction Sinbad went to when something bad almost happened.
“No! I was just worried, is all. I heard something earlier and got worried…”
“And you couldn’t wait until the morning to look?” If Shark hadn’t stopped him there, Sinbad would no doubt have started on a very angry tirade.
He chose his words carefully to not incite more anger. “Sinbad! Can you wake Dad and Lolly up? It’s…Well, it’s important.”
“Just how important?” Sinbad’s anger hadn’t entirely dissipated, yet.
“I’ll show you when we get there…”
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