Above the Waves

Three Rings

Damien's POV

Sirens.

   A loud wail disrupted my slumber, ringing through the quiet eeriness of my bedroom.

Those are sirens.
I should probably get up now.

   Quickly sitting up, I whacked my head of the sloped ceiling. I let out a low growl, cursing Kate for stupid architect designs.

   Kate! I thought, whipping my head around to the empty spot in the bed. I panicked, looking around frantically.

She has an early shift today, she told you last night. I remembered, running my fingers through my unkempt hair, although a shower was the last thing I was thinking about.
   A cry pierced through air, shaking me back into reality.

Ember!

   I rushed into the nursery and towered over the cradle. I peered down at my one year old. Tears stained her face, as my towering image scared her more.

   "Ohh baby girl it's alright," I cooed. I picked her up gently and cradled her, pressing her closer into my chest as the sirens wailed on.

What the hell is going on??

   I then focus my attention on the bells ringing in the distance.

Finally, some directions.

One ring for a closed beach, two rings for a storm, three rings for a tsunami. I shuddered slightly, reminding myself.

One ring.

Closed beach?

Two rings.

Storm?

Three rings.

Tsunami.

Super short, I know. It's my first ever story, although I do in published writing here and there. I don't want to put effort into a full chapter unless there's people who actually give damn. Thanks, and please leave ideas or thoughts!!