The storm continued to rage on even while everyone needed time to rest. Group A and Group B had taken shelter since all of their members were exhausted. Even those on the bus had finally passed out. With his arms crossed over while he slouched back in his seat, even Boss was passed out. None of them were aware of just how dangerous it was to sleep. None of them were aware of the place they were in.
Only one person was utterly coherent with what was going on around him, only one person who was lying on the ground with bruises all over his body. He had a plasma sword in one hand, while his other was missing as if something had ripped or bitten it off. His breathing was rash, trying to take in as much oxygen as possible as he stared up at the darkness. His entire body soaked since he had no protection from the storm.
