The torrential rain had been falling for twenty-five days, and the radio was intermittently picking up some voices.
[The global superstorm is worsening... All citizens, protect yourselves... Poisonous insects have been sighted in multiple regions... Water levels continue to rise... Landslides...]
The signal was terrible, so only bits and pieces like this came through clearly.
Another elderly person in Building D froze to death. People who die of hypothermia have a peculiar trait: they wear a smile, as if in the middle of a pleasant dream. His family was heartbroken. The man was eighty years old; he had celebrated his birthday just a month before the cataclysm struck.
The survivors had already chopped down all the nearby landscaping trees. Officer Graham went out every other day, but he didn't always have something to show for it. Sometimes, he would even return covered in injuries.
