Good Morning, World! [FLOOD]

Darkness engulfed him. His mind and body numb as all he could think was that he might die today, if he wasn't already. His body felt heavy, unable to move. And as he began to accept his fate today, he vaguely if hardly felt teeth clamping onto his throat. Everything around him was muted, the only sounds were that of water, even after he had been dragged and pushed from his den. The place he thought had been safe. As rain pelted his bedraggled body, the black and white male slowly, painfully, sputtered back to life like a car whose engine had been idle for a long time. He coughed water, and lots of it as the cold rush of wind made his body shiver in violence. The faint sound of voices and the very loud sounds of thunder and lightning had been the very thing that made him stir to show he was still alive...barely. He remained where he was, lying in the mud and too weak to move as he struggled to regain his breath and his mind.