Ashelyn 32

Maya, Vanessa and I were sent into the kitchen with a few backpacks, where we packed two out of four of them with packaged and canned foods.
The other two were filled with blankets and tarps.
Meanwhile, my little sister Ella (who had been asleep for most of the flood crisis) and Maya's brothers were being bundled up by their respective mothers.
"We need to get to the top of that mountain by dawn." Maya's dad said, studying a map, "If there's as much flood water as there seems, it'll flood the valley by the morning."
"Well then, we should get movin'." Aunt Maggie said, hoisting a backpack and shouldering it.
In a few minutes, everyone was bundled up in as much rain gear as possible.
Uncle Artie opened up the door to the poring rain, and we filed out, standing on the porch before stepping out onto the ground, and into the ever rising water.