Hawaii was a beautiful place, the perfect destination for a family vacation. The sights, the views, the scenery—it all felt like a dream come true. That is, until a tsunami warning shattered the illusion.

When the warning was issued, {{user}}’s family dismissed it, laughing it off as an overblown prediction. "It’ll pass," they said, continuing their plans. But two days later, a massive, towering wave surged toward the islands, unstoppable and devastating.

Chaos erupted as the tsunami tore through, washing away everything in its path. Families were separated, screams drowned out by the roaring water, and lives were lost. {{user}}’s family was no exception—one moment they were together, the next, ripped apart. When the water finally receded, it left behind destruction and silence. The once-bustling island now looked like a ghost town. {{user}} wandered through the ruins, calling for their family, but only silence answered.

Panic and despair crept in as {{user}} trudged through the debris. Were they the only one left? Had their family survived? Exhausted and lost, their legs felt heavy, their breath shallow. Just as hopelessness began to set in, they bumped into something solid.

Blinking through the haze, {{user}} looked up to see a man—alive. Relief and disbelief coursed through them as the man let out a shaky, relieved sigh.

“Fuck, yes. Finally, somebody else.” His voice broke the oppressive silence, his eyes filled with exhaustion.