Demise or Survival (6)

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"we are all gonna die, DON'T YOU REALIZE!" the raven head snaps, harshly shoving the young man who ends up knocking over the crummy chair all blood-brown and green with algae that snapped under him. He lays down with a defected thud after struggling to stand up only to groan and wheeze for breathe with hands on his ribs.

"Hey!" another jumps in, he's thinner and older compared to both who were fighting but his face is as calm as death "snap out of it" the raven head grits his teeth when pulled forcefully forward by his collar right in front of his face "Stop with your whining. Here are children handling this way better than you—have some shame!"

The raven head screams in raw frustration" How can I goddammit! It's been ten days...Ten godforsaken days and this bloody storm is still destroying our home! " his glassy
amber eyes make the olders soften, he leaves his collar who steps back head held down, hiding the snarl and tears threatening to fall " Even if I survive I've lost everything, how will I live after this"

Jungkook passes by them careful to not meddle, protecting the little essentials he grabbed of their portion. Two blankets, few biscuits and can food—only three water bottles left.

"Here" he gently wraps the blanket around his baby sister who's sleeping all tired and greasy, gently caressing his thumb over her face he sighs disgruntled with how much the plumpness of her cheeks are diminishing, the prettiest blush now hidden under smudge of dirt and pasty, turning to mom he passes her another blanket who greets him with her grateful weary smile, her eyes have sunken in worry, wrinkles adorning her in concern and her weak body trembles with every unforgiving gush of icy wind in fear reflected in every soul trapped here.

He let's out a shaky breathe, eyes falling over all twenty tormented souls, grabbing their corners and a little portion of ground which is now their home

Ten days.

It's been a ten days since they escaped the wrath of cyclone by edge, the screams and cries of that night still echoes in his ear melding with the roar and shrieks of the sky. The ocean that used to sing such beautiful sympathy now blustering with cries of dread that roots in everyone's core with her powerful unforgiving billows, crushing and swallowing their town in cold blood.

Many have already lost their home, some like him are holding the fabric over their heart in threat, thought of their precious homes getting wrecked makes everyone's heart leap in their throat. If they lose their home then they lose their lives, tears burn his eyes which he blinks rapidly. They don't even own the favor to cry anymore, dehydration is nothing they can gamble without betting their lives over

He rests his back against the damp wall, carefully laying his sister on his lap who sighs in her sleep making him smile gently, it's not the best but way better than the hard dirty floor

"I'll look after our stuff now, sleep" he gently encourage his mom who nods with her sleepy eyes, laying down over her sides on the dingy floor with blanket around her shoulder, her legs pulled close she instantly falls asleep even if it's the most uncomfortable place to sleep. He massage her feet knowing very well that her whole body is sore, even his back hurts and everytime he stands he have to brace himself for the blackness that surrounds him accompanied by the wobble that screams at him to rest and not get up but he have to if he wants his mother to rest and gather some supplies for all of them

Their cloths soiled in dirt, sweat and pelting rain. The humidity is smothering, the stench of gathered moisture douse every wood and occupy every crack in wall, mustiness overflows in air hideously revolting his nose, his mouth salivating in repulsive reek making him forcefully push back the bile rising in back of his throat. Sleepless nights taking toll over everyone's health. He feels the most pity for all the children who have to stomach all this, now laying in their families arms like breathing corpse with no energy left to laugh or cry

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