There were men, women, and children standing in the with their arms spread wide, faces tilted to the sky, laughing as the droplets touched their skin.
Sienna's heart clenched, her hand tightening on the rifle, itching as she struggled not to aim it at them.
Some jumped in the puddles forming along the muddy ground, splashing water like children long starved of joy. Others simply stood still, eyes closed, letting the rain wash over their tired faces as though it could rinse away weeks of grime, fear, and despair. There were also some that watched in awe, not stepping in.
Sienna strode forward. Her heavy boots clicked loudly, gaining glances from the people around. One by one, the smiles slid off their faces, filled with apprehension, shock, and unease. It doesn't take a genius. to know what was going on in their minds. Appearing with a gun was intimidating, to say the least.
