Raindrops fell to the ground, splashing up white mist. The blackened soil was already muddy, and the low-lying areas were filled with puddles.
Selma and his companions drove a battered multi-purpose vehicle through a house that had been abandoned for countless years.
"Damn it! There's almost zero visibility!" Selma stared ahead and tapped the steering wheel.
The windshield wipers worked hard amidst the downpour, but they could only provide a clear view for a second.
"Find some shelter from the rain," Sandro—who was in the passenger seat—suggested. "It's not like you don't know that the wastelands are prone to extreme weather. It's still summer."
They were a Ruin Hunter team of four who lived in the wastelands. They often came here and were familiar with such situations.
"Alright." Selma sighed. "I thought we could reach the river tonight and return to the city in the morning."
