Monsoon

I somehow find myself trapped underwater beneath a thick layer of ice. There are others. The Leader is there as well. My fear of death mixes with my fear of this man. Using the small bit of air trapped between the ice and water we breathe as we watch the world flood around us.
When the flood stops we raise the ice and stand, soaked, at the edge of the small pool. The Leader tells us he knew The Floods would come. That he prepared this pool of savior for The Pure. I somehow know this means he planned the flood. To kill. As we leave the warehouse where the pool is we wade through the rushing rivers of the street holding onto the sides of buildings to not be swept away.
The Leader has convinced the survivors that I am against them. I am the enemy. They interrogate me. The people begin to beat me with large stones hitting me in the stomach. I panic.
I awake, my body still sore from the blows.