After a full day and night, the mountain flood began to subside. Evelyn Ford was in the bathroom, vomiting nonstop. She had already thrown up bile and streaks of blood, but her stomach was still churning violently.
The sounds of crying and shouting echoed from the floors above and below. Evelyn Ford squatted by the cat's litter box, dry heaving uncontrollably.
The floodwaters had already submerged the seventh floor. The residents from the sixth and seventh floors had fled to the twelfth-floor hallway just to survive.
Evelyn Ford clutched the pocket watch hanging from her neck. She opened it to reveal the family photo inside. It had been taken when she was sixteen. With an innocent face and bobbed hair, she was beaming foolishly between her parents.
A tear fell onto the back of her hand. Taking a deep breath, Evelyn Ford closed the watch and slowly got to her feet.
A knock sounded at the door. Evelyn Ford, her face ashen, dragged her exhausted body over to open it.
