The world flood had arrived and the waters extended in every direction with no hope of land or solid ground available upon the saltine seas. The shimmering surface was covered in the intermingled flotsam of wrecked civilizations in pieces large and small. And bizarre collection of the absurd mixed in with the once identifiable implements of everyday all sharing the commonality of having some degree of buoyancy. Perhaps more astounding was the fact that a few humans had survived the mile high wave that had swept the lands and scooped up the thin veneer of civilization and deposited the bulk of its scattered contents down deep below. They floated betwixt the debris with a tight iron grip on all manner of items. Some on overturned plastic dinghies, collections of Styrofoam lawn laden furniture, wooden barrels, and large timbers. A very few on small powered and sail based craft that had miraculously not simply capsized. The signs of life between this bobbing universe being very sparse but still discernible. Perhaps it had been days, maybe weeks since the fatal event but some began to assemble odd forms of more suitable floating conveyances from choice bits of this detritus. Little by little with a patience forged out of an iron will to survive these rafts appeared like oil droplets slowly congealing upon the new seas. String and rope and torn cloth around plastic garbage bags containing emptied plastic bottles tightly recapped mixed in with air filled chunks of foam and myriads of orphan bottle caps. Some sticky taped other bound in steel wire. Fantastic feats of construction providing platforms for those whose existence was prolonged by a few days further than expected before. The possibilities of indefinite survival unknown and waiting to be explored by those not willing to surrender to their radical change of state. The fear of isolation defeating the natural aggression fostered in survival resulting in a sense of cooperative camaraderie. All the formal barriers and conventions subsumed in an extinct yesterday. The comfort of animal closeness now the most precious of commodities not to be squandered if unexpectedly fallen upon. Sustenance was now simply a matter of opportunity. Nothing eatable was wasted. The social conventions against practices once thought abhorrent were now fully absent. Meat was meat after all. Anything consumable was a Godsend. The ever rolling surface was soon cleaned by both man and beast. Weeks turned into months and only the strongest willed of the survivors remained. No instinct or intuition was wasted between men and women. Memory of the past faded into the boundless present and the future never proceeded more than a single step ahead of the moment. The idea of questions and answers were erased by immediate action and the vagaries of instantaneous circumstance. The remnant of this former species seemed for the moment of this recycled instant, reborn anew.
After The Deluge