Aquacalypse: The Drowning Planet

The entire city was under water, even the peak of towering buildings had not been spared. Vehicles, pieces of dust and scraps and dozens of dead people lay afloat above thousand foot from the land drowned under the water. The sight from the helicopter was horrendous even for the professional journalists who were flying above their usual flight height showing the filming and updating about the disaster to the horrified panic stricken people. Most of the people had moved on to the higher points taking the warning from the gradual increase of water from the ocean flowing into the city and the ones that had chosen to stay rooted to their homeland lay floating dead. Millions of people were staying in the refugee camps organised by the government who themselves had to move to the camps having their offices devoured by water. The cries and misery of millions of people from one location made the place look like a living hell. 'Viyana!' Aayansh was shouting trying to push his voice over the cries around. 'Viyana, can you hear me? Where are you' They were together when they had arrived here but then among the hordes of people he had lost her hand and that was the last he had seen her. He was worried about her. Where could she be? It was impossible for her to hear his calling in this massive hum of cries. But he needed to find her, he cannot just lose her. As he ran past a tent, he heard a faint familiar voice, upon turning to look at the direction of the voice, he saw a girl in hoodie and joggers. Relief washed over him. 'Viyana, what're you doing here?' Viyana looked over her shoulder like they had not been separated and was not worried about finding him. 'I was helping the wounded people to get here. Where are our parents and siblings, are they okay? ' 'Yeah, they are at the camp. Wait, I was so worried about you and been searching for you everywhere and here you are without a care in the world.' 'I was helping the people. And I could have just gone to the microphone booth and called out for you which sounds as loud as a whales cry.' 'You are unbelievable. Let's get back to the camp now. Your parents are worried about you.' When they reached the camp, their parents weren't quite as happy to see Viyana back as another wave of horror had been washed over their hearts. From the tattered radio on the floor, a voice of a news anchor was being spitted out and it was saying, 'A tsunami is moving towards the Indian Ocean at an enormous speed. It is estimated to be about million feet high and the highest in the world history ever. The massive rise in ocean level has contributed greatly to the size and intensity of this tsunami. It can strike the coasts and engulf half the country of Sri Lanka.' A new wave of horror had washed over the already miserable people across the camp. Intense cries and prayers broke out among the people. What had they done to deserve it? They regretted not reducing Climate Change, had they seriously given a hand at controlling the pollution, this disaster would not have occurred. But now what could they possibly do than wait for the hugest tsunami in world history to sweep them away.