In the afternoon, the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. Dark clouds, accompanied by brilliant lightning and the growl of thunder, approached, blocking the skies above from view. The base was like a world plunged into night; wherever one looked was shrouded in a darkness that was almost indistinguishable from night.
As the lightning struck and thunder roared, Flossie Wright, carrying a basket of crayfish, followed the path directed by the platoon leader towards Glenn Hutchinson's office. As she walked down the corridor, all she could see was the silent and dimly lit field in the distance. At this moment, most of the soldiers on the base were undergoing training, and the buildings were mainly occupied by those engaged in logistic work. The once bustling base under the backdrop of a thunderstorm, was now unbearably desolate.
