Change of tide

There is a colossal wave lurching towards me down the street I grew up on. I stand in the middle of the road contemplating my options: run or stay put and drown. If I run I could survive but there is a possibility that I will have to run forever and on my way I may face even greater horrors. Who knows what else could be tumbling down other roads ready to swallow me up. I can see the water destroying houses, cars and people. Wood, animals and dirt have clogged the water that I imagine must have been blue at some point. I take one last breath and let the water kill me but not before I thrashed and struggled all the while regretting my decision and wishing I had just fucking ran.