I quickly grab onto the the ledge and try to move to the roof. But the effort was not even slightly helpful as the brown muddy water swats me away like a fly and slams me onto various objects. I feel a sharp pain on my left shoudler. I struggle to reach the surface for air. I am able to get abit of air. As I try to open my eyes, the water swallows me again. As I gasp for air some of it goes inside. I dont even want to talk about what my tongue had to experience. I keep on fighting as my head hurts and my limbs grow weak. Everytime I surface and try to take in some air, I am pushed down again. I keep on struggling and paddling. The water pushes me again onto something. But this time I hold onto it. The current seems to have grown weaker. I hold onto it and feel the water trying to sweep me away but not as strong as the impact that swept me away. I cough and try to stabilize my breathing. With my one hand holding onto something, I brush my hands on my face to wipe off mud. I'm pretty sure I spread it all over my face. Nonetheless I can now see. I see myself clinging onto a extension of what was a roof. It's badly damaged. But atleast I can stay on it. I exert pressure from both my hands to get on the roof. My left hand slips and my body hits the roof.
"Ughhh...", I groan in pain and look at my left shoulder. In amidst off all those time of being thrown around in my neighbourbood or wherever I am , all that I got was a splinter. I cling onto the roof extension. I extend my left leg and rest it on the extension. I use every bit of my strength and get myself on the roof. I look at my legs. Some nicks here and there. Pants tattered. My boots are fine.
I open my boots. I keep it near me and unstrap my bagpack which made it through all that with me. It did not get damaged even abit. Not even wet inside. I take out the knife and look at my wound. It's still bleeding. I look at it and take a deep heavy breath. I slowly insert the blade into the wound. As the blade cuts my flesh, the bleeding intensifies. The cold feeling in my left arm is very uneasy but I keep on taking heavy breaths. My forehead is sweating and it stings. I keep on taking heavy breaths and slowly tilt the knife and pull the splinter out. Its painful. I put the knife on the floor. I put my hands in water and wash off the blood. I move closer and wash my knife and then put it back in my bagpack. The water may not be clean but its better than hands drenched in blood.
I put my hand kn the wound and hold it tightly. I look around. I only see roofs.
No people in sight. I take out my max phone. I try calling Oliver...."Unable to contact", it says.
"Great, could it get worse?", I murmur.
I don't know what to do. The sun is shining and I am on the roof or what was a roof . An open wound. Nothing to cover it with. Surrounder by water which has grown weaker but still not taking chances. Not in this condition atleast.
I put on my boots and strap on my bagpack. I then tear off a part of my shirt which has finally dried and dress my wound which has actually stopped bleeding much like it had. I dress it to just cover the wound and have enough pressure to stop more bleeding. I hear chuffing noises and I see alot of med choppers coming towards my direction. I sit up and yell and move my right arm and jump.
I dont think they really heard me. They just fly away. Maybe towards my hometown. Maybe even further. I sit down. What did you expect? I haven't had a decent meal ever since I woke up. I dont reckon they will find me any soon. I just sit down with my heads down. The sun warmth which I enjoyed just some minutes later is starting to become a bother. Its scorchy and my body feels dry. I need water. I am surrounded my water. But I cant have water.
Or maybe I could. I say to myself. I slowly move towards the flowing disaster and put my hands on the water. I raise my hands with hardly some water. As I am going to put it in my mouth , I hear chuffing sounds again. I look up and see some choppers coming towards my direction but this time much nearer. I raise both my hands this time and swing and shout ,
"Heyyyy!!!!! Over hereeee!!!!!" The chopper keeps on moving away. I give up hope of any rescue and sit down. Take out my maxphone and try to use gps. As I try to find my location I hear more chuffs .This time much closer. I look towards and see a guy descending from the chopper. Yelling something on his headset.
"You okay ?", he asks.
"Abit , I guess.", I reply.
"Ooooh... That doesn't look so good.", He remarks as he puts a strap on my waist.
I dont reply.
"All right we are ready for extraction.", He yells onto his headset. He holds onto the his strap and then says something . The chopper then starts rising and my feet starts lifting from the ground. Then after some seconds my body touches the floor again as two people help me aboard the chopper. They are talking to eachbother and one of them looks at my wound and gives me a headset. Then he proceeds to bring a medi-kit.
"You did great down there." He says.
"The remaining team down there still havent recovered anyone.", another guy continues.
"Ok this is gonna hurt..and there its almost done." I clench my teeth as it my wound burns.
"Done..", the first guy continues to dig into the medi-kit while the other guy is talking with me.
"You are the only one so far that this rescue team has discovered. Did you have anyone down there?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I ended up here after I was washed away." The first guy takes out some bandages and dresses my wound.
"Ok done." He remarks as he then stands up and goes to talk to the pilot.
"The curent was very strong. Some house just got swept away and people with small houses weren't lucky at all either...", Then he smirk at me and continues,.." You are one lucky bastard."