Who: Andrew & Chessa What: Surveying the Damage When: BACKDATED 9/3 Where: Andrew's place Rating: PG13 Status: Incomplete
It took a lot to let someone see his home. Not that he was embarrassed by it or anything, but a lot of people didn't understand why he chose to live in a mobile home. It wasn't like the kind that you just hook up to a truck and go, but it wasn't much better. He had a small yard and the square footage was about the same as a small apartment. It didn't look the same as when he'd left.
Andrew had directed Chessa on how to get to his place from the passenger seat. As they approached his heart dropped and he went silent for a long moment. Not again. His car was sitting there, two feet shy of having a tree resting on the hood. The tree had dislodged the sand bags and while the water level had gone down to puddles, it was clear that the water had gotten past the barrier and into the place. It wasn't too clear from that angle how much damage, as there was a tree in the way. Once Chessa stopped the car, Andrew got out and moved around to the back door (other side of the trailer) to get a better look. "Fuck me." He said, as his trip was halted when he saw a second tree that had come from the other side, this one hadn't had the decency to just dislodge the sandbags, no. This tree had fallen through the roof of his bedroom. He put his hand on the side of the building to support himself before kicking it in frustration.