By now, national borders no longer mattered. No one was there to guard the borders when everyone's life was threatened. Hence, Moonian helicopters flew all the way to Woodia to transfer the wounded.
The airport was nearby. It was already abandoned, and all the flights had stopped operations. The Moonian helicopters could land and take off without asking for permission.
All the survivors were taken to Moon.
...
"Help… Help me…"
"Help… I'm drowning…"
"Run! The flood is coming! Run!"
"Dad! Dad, where are you?"
"Who are you? Out of my way!"
Flamia.
The tsunami flooded the cities. The survivors had no time to think. They started running for their lives. But the flood moved much faster than their two legs could carry them.
The waves were over ten meters high. The flood had the power to crush everything on its way. The tall buildings were as fragile as glass, and it only took one wave to wash everyone away.
