What could be, the end.

I sat motionless on the porch gazing off into the colorful horizon of the ocean. The breeze was soft and warm. The day had come and gone in, what felt like, a few minutes. With the wind, the smell of bonfires and barbeque's wafted  up towards the house. Smoke which rose from the campfires on the beach created charcoal black trails through the sky. Many of the people for whom sat around the fires, held guitars. They played soft tunes for which I could hardly hear. The waves were crashing against the beach with a sort of a hesitant thump. A wave would form and then, instead of rolling onto the beach, would slap against the beach creating splashes of water that soaked and fascinated the campers.


A call from inside woke me from my focus. Still staring at the water, I walked up the steps and to the door. Waiting on the opposite side of the door was my mother with a calmed look on her face. After all the news we have been receiving today, I was surprised she was so calm. In her left hand, she held a closed fist and in her right, a suitcase. She placed them outside on the front porch, turned and walked into the house once more. Without talking, she motioned me to come inside and shut the door. I walked to the couch in the living room and sat down.
"Mother. Are you OK?" I asked. It took fer a few moments, in a quiet tone she responded.
"No. Have you been paying attention to the TV?"
"No, I have been out on the porch all day. Is something wrong?"
"Yes. The news reporter has stated that eight different tsunamis have hit the coasts all around the world. He advised that everyone leave immediately to higher ground..." She paused. While, pacing back and forth she whispered quietly to herself. "Eight, eight, that's more than in the past 10 years. Eight..." She turned to me. "...If we don't get out of here, those tsunami's are coming straight for us."


That is when the fireworks started. Down on the beach, screams pierced the air. These "fireworks" were not the good kind, but the kind where if you get hit you die, and everyone around you does as well. I was trying rapidly to grab the suitcases my mother was pulling out and throw them out onto the porch. One more boom and we were out of there. I threw my bags into the car and slammed the door. I jumped into the drivers seat and waited for my mother to bring out her things. After a few minutes of waiting, she jumped in and threw all the other suitcases in the back of the car. She was panicked. Tears streamed down her face as we pulled out of the drive. I knew exactly where to go. We lived on a large hill, half way to the top. If we were at the top or even the other side, nothing would be able to get us. I drove.


Twenty minutes later, we reached the top of the hill. I figured we were about a thousand feet from the surface of the water. Traffic was ruff. Everybody seemed to have the same idea as we did. Listening to the radio on the way up left me frightened and made me realize why everyone was in a hurry.


"There are reports of a tsunami hitting Hawaii. All of the area is covered in water and we cannot get a clear radio call to the islands. Anyone on the Pacific Ocean, is advised to leave the area."


The radio signal went fuzzy and a national alert call was broad casted. I looked to mother who was breathing heavy in the passenger seat. She looked at me as if she was petrified. Her hands shook fast. I handed her a water bottle out of the case we had in the back seat. She took a sip but couldn't swallow it. She was to terrified.


"This is a message from the National Alert System. Terrifying nine-point-two earth quakes have been reported just off the coast of southern California. Anyone within two-hundred miles of the coast is required to move inland. You are predicted to have ten minutes before the waves hit the coast. Move now. Leave everything behind. This is a message from the National..."


It repeated over and over again. Every time it did though, the minutes got shorter and shorter. Once traffic started moving again, I made the good decision to drive onwards. Eight minutes left. I started to count down in my head. "Eight minutes. Fifty-nine, Fifty-eight, Fifty-seven..." I couldn't count any longer after I hit six minutes. By the time the alert had stated "Less than 3 minutes", Mother and I were all the way over the hill and into the valley. The cars around were speeding from one-hundred to one-hundred and twenty miles and hour. I passed a few crashes. Some were terrible, dead bodies, blood. Some of them, the people jumped out of their cars and tried to flag down another one to pick them up.


"You are predicted to have less than a minute before the waves hit the coast. Move now. Leav.." The radio signal went fuzzy and the sounds of the tsunami sirens went off. The ground was shaking as if someone had placed a cell phone as large as Manhattan under the freeway. The valley was about 10 miles long. I had made it about three-quarters of the way through when the ground started shaking. Everybody started to move faster. Cars pulled into the crop fields and zoomed past me at nearly one-hundred and fifty miles and hour. The cars on the freeway moved fast as well. Then there was a thud.


The ground started to slide behind us. In the rear view mirror, I could see the trees on the top of the hill falling over and sliding down the road. Cars behind me were pushing faster and faster. I was about a mile from the other hill now. Cracks and screams were heard loudly over the roars of the cars. I looked over to mother who was in shock in the passenger seat. I couldn't do anything now, I had to keep driving. I grabbed her hand and held it tight. We were now on the hill. I could now see the water pouring over the top of the other hill. It was far away, but not far enough.


Suddenly, A car coming from the road parallel to the one I was on pulled out in front of me. I swerved to try not to hit it but rear ended it and ended up almost getting completely quished between two cars. I pulled over to the side. The water was coming. It was in the valley. Coming for us, faster than anycar can travel.


A man in a bright yellow vest yanked the door to my car open. I jumped out of the car and fell to the ground.
"Are you ok?" He asked loudly.
"I am fine. We need to find shelter." I responded.
"I know just the place." He pulled me up and retrieved my mother from the seat. He carried her and we ran as fast as we could to what looked to be his house. He led us down into the basement and rocked three times on the door. A young woman answered and swung the door open for us. He set my mother down and helped her walk to the corner  of the room.
 I grabbed his arm.

“And for what reason are you grabbing my arm?” He said sympathetically.

“I am scared.” I replied in a deep voice.

“I know you are everyone is.” I leaned my head on his chest. In terror, I began to cry.

Water was very close now. I could hear the waves coming up the hill. The lights went out. There was no screams. Quiet.