Weather on the ocean was always unpredictable, a moody mix of sun and clouds. Plus, the feeling of desolation and loneliness on Death Island could be oppressive to near death. Under such circumstances, even the biggest fool would wish to sit by a campfire, wrapped in a cozy blanket, eating a warm bowl of porridge.
The rain was getting heavier, leaning towards becoming a heavy downpour. Judging by the thick black clouds amassed in the sky, it wouldn't likely stop anytime soon.
"Someone will definitely not be able to withstand and will think about seeking shelter inside the abandoned factory." Tang Zheng had just stepped out of the building when a wild wind carried heavy raindrops that pelted him relentlessly. His sportswear was soaked in an instant, and it became clear that the protective clothing had no insulation. The cold made him shudder.
