The Straw

Udanto wasn't much of a person who enjoyed the view. Right now was of those times, the flood was still a thing, but at least the wind stopped.

Not sure how the wind stopped immediately, but he was grateful, eventhough he was still stuck on the roof and going down wasn't an option, and above all, he was thirsty.

Good thing I didn't have a TV or any other electronic stuff, he thought about his home. Electricity and water, not a good combination.

A large thud was heard on his head as he winced from the pain. He saw a small packet near him. He looked up to the sky for a moment, wondering if some air service dropped the wrong package.

Opening it, he found a bottle of clear clean water, a metal straw, and a note.

The note said: I'm currently trying to end it all, even I'm tired of the Weirdness hovering around, especially where there's no competition anymore!

Drink the bottle of water, then use the straw to drink the water of the flood around you. That should work.

From, Nimble.

Udanto frowned. "Really? You serious Nimble!?" he yelled out loud. Nimble wasn't an unfamiliar name anymore. "You expect me to believe that this tiny straw can help end the flood?"

A ball of paper fell down to his feet. Picking it up, the paper said: YES

It better, Udanto thought as he chugged down the bottle of clean water down his throat, he began to feel a tingly sensation. It was fresh, moist and even cold. Heading down the stairs, he went knee first into the water flooding his house. He groaned out of annoyance, the straw in his right hand before he gently placed the hole onto the surface of the water.

He took a deep breath, and covered his nose with his other hand. He placed his mouth onto the straw, and started to drink away. Covering his eyes within the first few seconds, he slowly opened them and saw the water around him decreasing.

From afar, he could see the water from outside his house decreasing as well. It was like letting out water from a bath tub.

Taking it the flooded water was strangely like drinking normal water to him. Maybe it was the bottle he drank before?

Either way, he continue to drink the flood, and soon after, he began to feel full. Almost like somebody shoved a gallon into his mouth.

All of the water was now gone in his home, and walking outside, the flood was gone.

"A miracle!" he heard his neighbor exclaim in joy. "The flood is gone."

Udanto smiled, then had a burp. Maybe Nimble was now a helping hand to the country, maybe the world.