Raindrops slowly slide off the bare branches of the ginkgo trees, creating ripples in the puddles below.
The fine rain mist sometimes gathers and sometimes disperses in the wind. The muddy road is full of puddles of varying sizes and depths.
The cold rain of early winter chills to the bone. The refugees shivering by the riverbank struggle against the cold wind and rain.
Rain falls on their hoods or straw capes, creating a pattering sound, while their straw sandals, with exposed thumbs, splash mud as they step into puddles.
Their destination is the long bridge not far away. At the end of it, the Salvation Army and local Beastmen are building a floating bridge using rafts.
Standing on a large stone by the shore of Nanze Lake, rain lashes against Horn's face. He squints as he gazes toward Autumn Dusk Island.
Amidst the rustle of rain on Autumn Dusk Island, sporadic gunshots can be heard.
These are the Holy Gunmen still clearing the long-haired zombies on the island.
