The Flood Warriors

 Victor’s entire family drowned in Noah’s three month flood. The water engulfed everything around him. The liquid substance that covered about seventy-one percent of the planet left him bitter and alone. Washed up on a floating log while mastering the back float was how he survived. Victor was now determined to defeat the flood. In memory of his sunken family, he began to master the art of swimming. He traveled the world studying the ways of water and how it showed no mercy by literally smothering its victims until they became wrinkled and lifeless while also washing them away. Victor had two weeks to prepare for the biggest rain storm headed his way. His plan was clever and simple. His strategy was genius, he would use just two main weapons: sponges 🧽 and the sun 🌞. Watching the clouds roll in, he and his army of flood warriors prepared for battle. Each of them were armed with sponges and their battle gear consisted of nylon suits. Feeling the bitter warm rain fall, they felt the soggy torment of rain beating away at their finely oiled gears. They laced every corner of the town with sponges and began to fight the flood with every inch of energy that they had. One crew even used sump pumps to pump the water to dry land while the other crew transported wet sponges. Victor stood tall while noticing his giant front wall of sponges being penetrated by the raging river overflowing.

“Hurry, we need more sponge power before the dam overflows, call out the sand layers, have them head to the front wall. The wet monster is putting up a fight!” he shouted. 

Obeying his command, his crew moved fast, for there was no time to waste in a ravaging rain storm. Sea creatures also began to submerge. 

Victor stood tall on his storm tower, “Call in the marine crew, we have alligators seeping in, 12 o’clock.”

“This storm has lighting Sir, what do we do next?” Chance, his right hand man asked.

“We need the voltage to add more power to our generator, raise the lighting rod twelve more feet. Each bolt packs about 30,000 amps. We can then use the heat from the generator to dry up the damp sponges. Nature will then recycle the excess,” Victor said, while wiping his face with a hanging towel, rushing to get back to his tower after turning on the over flow valve. Things were becoming intense.

“A man that does nothing in a storm will surely be defeated by the wet monster, we must continue to fight, then afterwards, I promise, we will rejoice in another victory,” he explained.

Once the storm washed over, Victor stood tall with his flood warriors.

“Family, we have defeated one of the largest water monsters in our history, now we celebrate by drinking the water left over and urinating it back into the ground to fertilize the grass. Let’s rejoice, no one drowned and no one was lost in the battle. Flood warriors, we swim to victory and we soak up our victory by drowning in what we’ve just defeated,” Victor proclaimed as he and his flood warriors sailed away into the sunset preparing for their next battle. 

The End.