Chapter 5

He wiped his face and stared wide-eyed at the chaos around him. Where the hell was the gently flowing river he’d started out on? He was riding the back of a monster, swollen three times the width it had been. He scrambled for his phone only to remember it was stashed in a drawer in the cabin. He was all on his own. Panic was rising in him. Even over the roar of the water, he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

How could he have fallen asleep? What kind of idiot falls asleep on a river? He swallowed hard. The answer was clear—an idiot who was in serious trouble. Like a flood. A huge flood. And he was a helpless captive, tumbling along in the middle of it.

A spear of lightning lit up the murky afternoon. He cringed at the explosion of thunder chasing it. The skies let loose a downpour of fat, icy raindrops.