TZ Chapter 3 I spot the surface, urging me to swim upwards. The more I go, the closer air appears to be. When I finally reach the top, I feel more relieved than ever. I'm alive, and no longer drowning. There's nothing more I need. So focused on catching my breath, I don't realize where I am. It appears to be a field. For miles, that's all I can see. There are no crops, no plowing. Just an empty field, full of loneliness. It's strange, this place, it's almost as if it has been deserted for years. Not much to do here, just stroll. So that's what I do. A Straight, and continuos path, nothing more. Just me, no one else. Heat is all I feel. It's strong, and not giving up anytime soon. Desert, that's what these conditions remind me of. No water for miles. Quenched, without any other option than to accept it. Lucky for me, I find a small stream. At first I find it impossible. But at this point I'm so thirsty, I drink the water anyways. Nothing matters now except that I found it. This tells me something. I'm not like those other people. I might just make it out of here alive.

TZ Chapter 2 I commence to panic. I wish I had noticed the hole in the door before it was too late. I glance at ma, who is in tears. I hold her close, and embrace her. I lean in, and comfort her as much as possible. I want her to feel safe. We both look up. The sound of the water is burlier than before. Her tears are more fluent. I contemplate at her. We are both aware of our chance for survival. It's at a bare minimum. "I love you ma!" I squeeze her, and our tears cascade. It hurts to know we will both be dead and alone, without each other. She tells me she loves me. That's the first time I hear her pronounce those simple words. It feels nice to be loved. It's not often I receive it. This moment is precious to me, and I couldn't ask for more. Without consideration, the water confronts us with such force, it leaves me in a state of shock, and within seconds the cellar is underwater.

Time Zone It is the morning of 1783. The sun has risen, and I have thus to feel it's warmth. I fold the covers back, and lumber out of bed. Dawn is too soon to wake, and I have mentioned this to ma before. Nevertheless, she will not difference her decision. It is clear she has made up her mind. I hate this farm. It is hard work, and I often wish I could break free of this place. But if I did I would have nowhere else to venture. This is home, I am needed here. It's as simple as that. Some time later, after the animals are fed, I pate for the barn. Inside, I set down the buckets of milk and pour them into labeled containers. Then, thereafter I walk to the far ends of the field. The floor is wet from rain, and dew is fresh. Berries are what I come here to gather. Their taste isn't pleasant, but their a reliable resource. Besides it's all we have at the moment. Our other crops are out of season. Back inside the house, I hear the radio. Their report is a news flash of a flood in Tennessee. Where we live. "Ma!" I find her in the chicken coop. "Dear what's wrong? You look worried." "It's coming," I mention. "What is? Brooke your not making any sense." "A flood, it's near!." I take a hold of her hand. There is one spot were we have a small chance of survival. In the cellar. I open the door and we step inside. When I close it, I can see water. That's when I notice a hole in the opening.