By day
Scavenge food and water. Break up the furniture. Board up the door.
The bridge is gone.
You are Theo Brennan, alone on the top floor of The Wakefield. Your daughter is on the other side of the river. The water rises every night, and every night someone knocks.
“…residents report the floodwater is… salty? We’re… we’re checking that…”
By night
Look through the peephole. Decide who comes in.
The rain changes them.
