9. 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵

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ix. praying the floor won't fall through










"Well, what now?"

Nova looked at them with raised eyebrows. She could feel her blood pressure rising. She'd told them their plan wasn't a good one. But no one listened. And now they were stranded and standing knee-deep in brown, swampy water. Well, not Nova. She refused to step out of the van as soon as she noticed the color of the water. She'd already spent her time in sewer water.

The only responses offered were a few clueless looks and head scratches, making her roll her eyes.

"Maybe we could walk from here?" Pope's suggestion sounded more like a question, and Nova knew even he didn't think that was a probable solution.

"And leave the Twinkie?" John B. turned to Pope, offended. "The tide's coming in."

Sarah groaned, throwing her head back, "So what are we supposed to do?"

Listen to me for once, Nova wanted to say but didn't. 

"Not stay here,"

JJ looked ahead with squinted eyes, Nova followed his gaze. John B. was right, the tide was coming in. There was no way they could just stand here and wait for it.

"I'm calling Nolan," said Nova as she began reaching for the cell phone in her back pocket. 

"What?" Kiara turned to look at her, hands on her hips, a distressed look on her face. "Why are you calling Nolan?"

Nova shrugged, scrolling through her contacts, "Uhm, because his jeep can make it through this sinking island..." she said, as if obvious. "But there won't be much space, so--"

"What if we don't need Nolan?"

Nova looked up, her thumb hovering just above her brother's number, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Kiara sucked in a sharp breath, nodding at Nova before turning to look at everybody else who'd stopped what they were doing to listen to her. 

"I can just take my dad's truck," she shrugged, but the shaking in her breath was noticeable to everyone. 

"Kie, are you sure?" John B's eyebrows raised high onto his forehead. 

"How much worse can it get?" She shrugged, letting out a short, breathy laugh. "Besides, the truck bed will give us more room for everyone than the jeep would... right?"

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