“Oh, no. No, no, please no. Oh my god,” Zoey stuttered, rushing to the river upon first sight. Four days of rain had been filtering its way through the island, causing the rivers to rise. The water flowed deep and fast, threatening to spill over the outer banks. “It was fine a few hours ago,” Zoey lamented. “I can’t believe how much the water has risen and sped up.”
Zoey realizes anything can happen in the blink of an eye in the unforgiving wilderness.
