The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
This truly apocalyptic storm had long instilled terror in the hearts of the few remaining inhabitants of Ye City.
The rain seemed like aqua regia, corroding anything it touched.
Those still alive hid inside, praying for the moment the rain would cease.
With the internet down, the power out, and no running water, this storm was a true end of days for the living.
However, only a few knew that this was merely the prelude to the apocalypse.
Yet even amidst such terrifying blood rain, there were still people walking.
Two people each held a black umbrella. Strangely, once the umbrellas were opened, it was as if they were in a different realm, with even the blood-drenched water on the ground diverting away.
Their bodies remained clean as they strolled amidst piles of corpses and blood pools.
They did not walk side by side but kept half a body-length distance apart.
Until... they stopped across the street from a bar.
