Aftermath

As Badrick and Patrick jumped into the car, the world outside was in chaos. Fruit vendors and market-goers were frantically rushing to escape the impending tsunami, fear etched on their faces.

Badrick's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild animal.

"Drive like a human, not an animal!" Patrick shouted, his voice filled with desperation and panic. Badrick's eyes locked onto the road ahead, his mind racing faster than the car as he floored the accelerator, determined to outpace the impending doom.

The car roared to life, its engine howling like a beast as Badrick floored the gas pedal.

The vehicle surged forward, careening through the crowded streets with reckless abandon. Fruit vendors scrambled and screamed, their stalls being ravaged in the car's wake. The world seemed to blur around them, a whirlwind of chaos and fear.

But there was no time to stop, no time to hesitate.

The tsunami loomed closer, a monstrous wall of devastation gaining ground by the second.

The tsunami was an unstoppable force, an insatiable beast ready to consume everything in its path. Patrick, the stoic, resigned himself to the impending doom, his body slackening as he leaned back in his seat. Badrick, on the other hand, was fueled by an indescribable terror.

His hands gripped the wheel tightly, the veins in his arms straining with every sharp turn and every hard brake.

The speedometer read 130 miles per hour as the car drifted through corners, its tires screeching in protest against the asphalt. Time was a luxury they could not afford, and every second counted.

Badrick rounded the corner and suddenly, there it was - a deep, dark tunnel, its entrance gaping open like a black portal to an uncertain future. The car slowed down a bit, and Badrick glanced at the tunnel, his heart pounding in his chest.

The world outside was growing increasingly chaotic. Patrick's words about the tsunami weighed heavily on his mind. He knew they had to make a choice, and whatever lay beyond that tunnel seemed like their only hope.

The car raced towards the tunnel entrance, a stark black maw that promised both salvation and uncertainty.

But before they could enter, the monstrous tsunami wave surged forward and slammed into the car with unfathomable force. In an instant, the vehicle was swept off its course, hurtling through the air like a toy tossed by a child.

It was as if a giant hand had reached out and scooped up the city, submerging half of it beneath the swirling depths.

The sound of the helicopter's rotors filled the air as rescue teams descended to the devastated scene. The world was a blur of chaos and wreckage, a whirlwind of debris and despair.

Badrick's eyes flitted open, his body battered and weak, his mind foggy and heavy. As he tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through his chest, a reminder of the ordeal he had been through.

He groaned in agony, his breathing shallow and labored, He then leaned backward and slowly watched the world fade away.

When he woke up again but he had a blurry memory now but he quickly recalled everything and tried to get up, he saw a nurse rush to his side, her face a mixture of concern and sympathy. She gently pushed him back down onto the hospital bed, "...stay where you are," she finished, her voice gentle but firm.

"You've been through quite an ordeal. You were found half-dead after the tsunami accident. We're doing our best to take care of you here."

Badrick's heart ached at the thought of his friend's fate. He glanced at the nurse with a mix of fear and hope in his eyes, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"What about my friend? Is he alive? Is he waiting to be rescued? Or...did he die in the incident?" His words hung in the air, heavy and desperate, as he awaited the nurse's answer. The silence seemed to stretch for an eternity until Badrick finally asked, his voice barely audible.

"How many days has it been?"

The nurse looked at him with a mixture of pity and compassion, her expression a mask of professionalism. She glanced at the clock on the wall before responding, her voice gentle yet matter-of-fact.

"It's been three days since the tsunami, Mr. Badrick. Three days since you were found half-dead and brought here," she answered, her voice a lifeline in the midst of his overwhelming emotions.

Badrick's mind reeled, the nurse's words echoing through his head. Three days...three days since the tsunami, since the world had been shattered, since his life had been turned upside down. Three days of uncertainty, of not knowing... Three days since he had seen his friend, or heard his voice...

He tried to get up but his body wasn't capable of performing that task. He was blaming himself from within...

Patrick's father burst into the hospital room, his face pale and etched with worry and fear. He frantically scanned the room for any sign of his son, his voice trembling with anticipation.

"Where is he? My son, is he okay?" he asked, his voice cracking with a mix of hope and desperation. But as the nurse attempted to explain, his words were drowned out by a flurry of emotions. "No, they're lying," he insisted, his voice a pained cry of disbelief. "Tell me my son is alive!"

Badrick's heart raced, his body aching with a mixture of physical pain and emotional

Patrick's father's eyes bore into Badrick, his expression a mix of grief and anger. "Why don't you know?" he shouted, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "It was your idea, your influence that got us into this mess! Why doesn't anyone know where my son is?" His words pierced Badrick like a dagger, tearing through his already aching heart.

The doctors, sensing the escalation of emotions, stepped forward and gently took hold of Patrick's father, attempting to lead him out of the room.

But Patrick's father was a man on the verge of collapse, his grief and anger too powerful to be contained.

He fought against the doctors' grip, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. The hospital room echoed with his sobs, a heartbreaking sound that echoed through the corridors, a testament to the unbearable weight of loss and pain but at the end the doctors took him outside.

As the noise from the hallway faded away, the hospital room fell into a deafening silence. But the quiet did nothing to ease the storm raging inside Badrick's heart. The weight of Patrick's father's words, the uncertainty of his friend's whereabouts, the weight of his own guilt and grief... It was too much to bear, a crushing burden that threatened to shatter him.

Tears welled up in his eyes, unbidden and unstoppable, streaming down his face in silent, salty rivulets. He couldn't find the words to express the enormity of his pain, his body convulsed by the quiet sobs that shook him to his core.

He wanted to scream, to shout, to let the emotions burst forth like a flood, but he remained silent. His body trembled, his breath hitching in his chest, as the weight of his emotions threatened to crush him. He longed for the tears to stop, for the pain to ease, for the silence to be broken by a voice that brought good news, but it never came. The silence persisted, a mocking reminder of the uncertainty that gripped him, of the void that replaced hope.

He had no reason to live, His best friend was pre-assumingly dead, His best friend's father blamed him for that atrocity and the farm he worked in was also out of his hand since Patrick's father definitely would not let someone who indirectly lead his son to the doorstep of death work in his farm, There was no companion for him to express his feeling with and he also had no source of income.

Badrick asked a question to himself "Is there any hope left?"