It had been raining for weeks and the car park at the base of his apartment was flooded. They'd been trying to evacuate for several days now but every attempt ended with either loss of equipment or loss of life. There was meant to be another attempt that morning but morning had long since faded into evening and the only life around them was a few seabirds scavenging the remains in the car park.
They were left with two awful choices -stay and die slowly or leave and risk drowning. While neither was particularly appealing most were desperate enough for their freedom that the thought of such a painful death didn't seem nearly as bad as watching everyone else waste away, each dwindling survivor debating when the best time to consider cannibalism might be.
He had been declared the leader of the doomed operation, mostly for the fact that the air mattress they were planning to use as a raft was his and it seemed rude to not put him in charge of everything else. People love a leader, someone to make the best and worst decisions - someone to blame and attack when it all inevitably goes wrong.
He suggested they send scouts ahead, keeping the air mattress tethered so they'd have a much harder time trying to abandon the rest if they found suitable escape routes down the street. As they drifted across the car park, heads almost scraping the ceiling, not once did he stop to consider where all the bodies had gone too or the birds that had been growing fat from the carnage.
The thought might not have crossed his mind at all had it not been for the sudden rippling from one of the far corners that gradually became the wake of something unpleasantly large swimming straight for their fragile raft. By that point they were almost at the exit, so close to fresh air and open sunlight that they kept going, after all when your options are likely death either way then the cause of said death doesn't really matter.
The teeth came from below, snaring the raft and puncturing it with every intent to wreak the same havoc upon them soon after. All the while the apartment tower's remaining survivors fled, dropping the tether and locking the door behind them.
They were dead as soon as they touched the water.
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