His stomach clenched. The water had risen even further, now only a few feet away from the upper floor. Everything below was lost, drowned in the murky floodwater. Panic gnawed at the edge of his mind, but he pushed it aside. They had to survive, somehow.
“Grandpa, we need to figure out our supplies,” Aditya said as he made his way to the small pile of food they had managed to save. His grandfather, looking frail and shivering from a low-grade fever, sat nearby, staring blankly at the rain through the window. “We don’t have much left.”