Escape Room: Airplane Mode

Prologue : Tsunami

I was five. Five when the storm hit. And it hit hard, the waves of the ocean nearby crashing onto our beach house. It wasn't the ocean's fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. Well, we could blame it on one thing. I could at the time, anyway. Mother Nature. Mother Nature decides all, decides who dies, decides what dies, and decides who and what survives. She makes those choices. Not us. Her. It's all part of her plan. She knows when we'll fail, and when we'll win.

My mother failed. When the rain was pouring, and the wood of the house began to break — no thanks to the water surrounding us — a long, sharp piece of wood implanted itself into my mother's stomach. That's what life is. You fail at life at some point.

I screamed for her. Prayed to God, and lost hope in the process. And since then, I've never believed in God. I've only ever believed in one thing. Pain.