Someone grabbed a doctor and dragged him toward an area that had been hit hard by the disaster.
"Doc, here!"
A child was shaking a man's body on the ground. "Dad! Wake up, Dad! Wake up!"
Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs. "We've got a man down here! He needs bandages! Nurse! Nurse!"
Someone was kneeling on the floor and sobbing. "Why?! Why was Gate 407 opened? Why? Can somebody answer me?"
Sammy sat on the floor. His clothes were soaking wet. His father couldn't hold onto the wall in the end and was washed away by the flood. They still hadn't found him.
The current was so rapid, and there were all kinds of objects mixed in the water. Iron shards, knives, and axes were all potential killing traps. Even without them, it was almost impossible to survive the flood. With them, one would have no hope left.
