Floods Suck part 2

Okay, it's been about a week since part one.  You've had plenty of time to get some popcorn and use the bathroom.  If not, tough crap.  Just pee in your popcorn.  It's story time.  Where was I?...  Oh yeah- so as the bear crashed down on top of me, my raw survival instincts took over.  With my sweaty bare hands I stopped his jaws from from clamping down on my face.  My arms trembled with exhaustion holding the creature's muzzle only inches from my own, his hot musky breath blowing my... wait a minute.  That's totally the wrong story.  Okay, well long story short, it was a complete misunderstanding.  It turns out the bear was only coming over to ask directions.  I was startled, I yelled, he roared and I completely flipped out.  It was embarrassing but in the end he was totally cool about it.  We're even friends on Facebook now.  Of course that's not to say that we're all that close these days, but you know how that stuff goes-  He has a wife and cubs now and... well, the family life can put such a strain on friendships, and... [*sigh*], anyway... about my basement-

Honestly this story is kind of boring compared to the bear story, but whatever.  The people have spoken.  So like I was saying: The water began to stream through the cinder block wall in a few places as if from squirt guns, and every minute or so I'd notice one more.  We were moving at a pretty good pace now although we soon found out we could move even faster.  All we were lacking was the proper motivation.  If you've ever seen a movie where a dam breaks, usually they show a few streams of water come through, then a big crack forms, and then the huge wave bursts through the middle.  Well, I never saw a crack. 

All I know is we all heard it break through and turned our heads at the same time and began simultaneously yelling.  I mean we yelled loudly.  It's impossible to constructively react instantly to something like that.  The only reasonable thing to do at first is freeze, stare wide-eyed, and freak out.  So that's what we did.  The water was pouring on top of my main desk where only minutes before that my computer and tons of recording gear had been.  At this point it was pouring onto my desk and about 60 or 70 cables that had been plugged into everything.  There was still a lot of gear in danger and as soon as we were able to make our bodies move we started grabbing everything as fast as we could.  Several times I froze up, staring and hyperventilating and Aerin had to pull me out of it.  It was just such a feeling of helplessness.  There's just something horrifying about seeing Mother Nature making a power play like that.  That chick doesn't screw around. 

The water was rising, everyone was yelling, "WHAT NEXT?!" and I pointed and panicked and grabbed things and ran like hell (rinse and repeat.)  It was complete chaos.  The sound of screaming and freaking being drowned out by the sound of waterfall, all of us running through the water frantically, things floating all over the room... I'm not positive, but I think I saw a string quartet playing in the corner at one point.  And all the while the brown water kept rising...

This concludes Part 2 of the three part series, "Floods Suck" by Danny Smith. Please check back for the thrilling conclusion!