People were drowning underwater.
Cars bobbed like toys in the current, colliding with each other before being dragged down.
Some drivers were still trapped inside, fists banging desperately against their windows as the water swallowed them whole.
Others who had been walking moments earlier now clung to lampposts, their faces pale with terror as the torrent ripped at their legs.
Bodies were already floating down the street.
A mother's scream echoed as she lost grip of her child.
An old man's cane slipped from his fingers before the flood took him under.
Chaos.
That was the only word that fit.
'Please… someone save us…'
A young man clung to a bent traffic sign, his knuckles white.
His chest heaved, his arms shook, and despair gnawed at him.
The police weren't coming — they were too busy securing the perimeter.
Awakeners? None had arrived yet.
He was going to die.
And then, just like that, he wasn't.
Air.
Blessed, sweet air.
