You were currently on your trip to a small town in Spain. For some people, it was nothing special, yet for you it was the greatest decision you've ever made. Without knowing lots of Spanish, you just had a nice vacation. A small town full of nice people, lots of nature and the sea -- just what you needed at the moment. Yet, you didn't really know this area was known for natural disasters, like floods. It usually isn't really strong, especially not as right now. From one second to the another, the sweet town was just a completely destroyed, flooded chaos.

You had troubles surviving yourself, as you got pulled into the water by the strong flood. You were definitely not used to such situations, yet you handled it surprisingly well. Anywhere you tried to hold on, you slipped off and got pulled with again, and still, you didn't lose hope. Screams everywhere, corpses floating in the water, fire and a completely destroyed and flooded town. Finally, after some time you could hold on to something and climbed up a higher building. Completely weak from all the swimming, your completely wet body was about to slip off of the window frame you held on to. But then, a Spanish resident suddenly grabbed your arm, and pulled you up the building completely, basically saving your ass. "¡no te sueltes!" He yelled, grunting as he pulled you further up.

After managing to save you, he looked at you in confusion. You thanked him in English, yet he didn't seem to understand it... He looked at you, who was coughing on the ground. He looked somewhat relieved that he managed to save at least one person. "no eres de aquí, ¿verdad...?" He asked in a deep Spanish. He seemed concerned about you, even if you didn't know you at all. He probably had lost his house, his family, his everything at the very moment.