They only found about a gallon of drinking water to take up with them. Then their battle to survive began.
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Are you shitting me? This will be a TV movie in time for spring sweeps.
"Armed only with a Mastercard and a handfull of oxycontin, our brave heroine, accompanied only by her stoic progeny and the wizened family matriarch, venture forth into the uncharted recesses of the second floor, casting their lot with destiny next to the R19 fiberglass and the bathroom vent pipe.
They strode forth resolutely into an unknown future, for who could say when next the postman would bring sustenance from the Dept. of Health & Human Services? Not they, to be sure. Nothing in their experience with the Dept. of Social Services could prepare them for the calamitous reality that Water was Getting Into their House. Without benefit of guidance like the northern star from a government pamphlet, their only recourse was to take shelter in an enclosed area with no exits. Had they been unencumbered with the awesome responsibility of wresting GooGoo the hamster and Snuggles the kitty from the jaws of certain demise, the Front Door may have surfaced as an option.
But alas, providence had determined that pharmacology and available cash advance would be the priorities of the hour. And so forth they sortied, with the fortitude of Macarther at Corrigedor, or the Greeks at Thermopylae. Not since the defiant Jews stood forth on the walls of Masalla has the world witnessed such raw courage and disdain for cognitive awareness.
Brought to you by the Democrat party, Howard Dean, chairman.