Which Door will lead to Safety?

There was only one rule: Don't open the door. Fig had told Mario and Anya. They saw from their bedroom window the water flood on their street. The power had gone off during the storm. Fig had candles and gave each child a flashlight. Some water had snuk into their kitchen and living room, even with the doors closed. But they knew opening them, the flooding would get worse.

They were trapped. Uncle Georgio had gone into his room and locked the door and hadn't come out since the power went out. Fig and her two children stayed together in one room. There was no way to know how long they would be trapped there.

Fig had brought non-perishible food into the kid's room. She was trying so hard to keep a smile on her face knowing her kids were scared. They played board games and made jokes. Mario and Anya were being so brave and strong, not whining or complaining.

Two days had passed after the storm and it was around noon. Fig wanted to seek help, but was terrified to open the front door. She could see from the kitchen glass doors that the flooding water was deeper than a boot, and murky, not clear. What dangers were hidden? Snakes? Something sharp? Difficult currents? So risky.

Fig had knocked a few times at Uncle Georgio's bedroom door. He hadn't answered. She wanted to believe he was just mad or sad, but she feared the worst. What if he had died in his room? Maybe it was best to keep the door closed and locked?

She decided that before sunset she would break her own rule. She would open the front door to seek help.