The rain continued to fall in heavy sheets, its rhythmic drumming against the shattered buildings masking the sounds of Zhang Wei's cautious movements. His body ached with every step, but the pain was numbed by the meds he had taken. His breathing had finally steadied, though the adrenaline still coursed through him.He stepped over a pile of rubble, clutching the long, crooked metal frame in his hand. It was crude but sharp enough to do the job—just like it had moments ago when he killed the monster that had been hunting him. The rain and darkness were his cover now, and he moved silently, carefully, under the cloak of night.Lightning cracked across the sky, briefly illuminating the ruins of the city. In that flash, Zhang caught sight of the bodies—the fallen, both human and demon alike—scattered across the broken streets. But he didn't stop to look. There was no time to mourn.The monsters were calm for now, resting, their senses dulled by the rain. But Zhang knew they wouldn't stay that way for long. He had to move before the sun rose and before they started hunting again.He walked cautiously, his boots splashing in the shallow pools of water gathering in the cracked pavement. The rain was heavy enough to mask his scent, but he didn't want to risk making too much noise. Every step was measured, every movement calculated.Zhang's eyes darted around, scanning for any sign of movement. He kept to the shadows, moving along the sides of buildings, his figure blending into the wreckage around him. The city was a ghost of its former self, a place of ruins and death.Ahead, he saw the remnants of an old clothing store. Its sign was barely visible through the rain, but Zhang knew what it was. He made his way toward it, his senses on high alert.Inside, the store was a mess—clothes scattered across the floor, shelves knocked over, and mannequins shattered. Zhang moved quickly but quietly, his footsteps light on the wet floor. He grabbed a raincoat, pulling it over his soaked clothes, then found a fresh set of clothes—nothing fancy, just practical. He stuffed them into a waterproof bag he found nearby.Next, he grabbed a belt, sturdy boots, and a wristwatch that still seemed to work. The time showed 4 a.m. Only two hours until dawn. He didn't have much time.Zhang's eyes scanned the store one last time before he slipped back out into the rain. He moved with purpose now, his body low and hidden as much as possible. The monsters might still be close, but the rain was his ally.He darted into the nearby flower shop. The windows were shattered, and the flowers had long wilted, but the tools he needed were still there. He found a pair of gardening shears—sharp, small, and easy to carry. It wasn't much, but it could help in a tight spot. Zhang slipped them into his belt, along with a few other sharp tools he could use if needed.He kept moving, always under the cover of rain and shadows, always watching his surroundings. The streets were quiet, too quiet. His heart pounded, but he kept it under control. There was no room for fear now. Only survival.He checked his watch again. 4:15 a.m.The clock was ticking.Zhang found shelter beneath the overhang of a collapsed building, crouching down as he watched the street. His eyes scanned for any movement, any sign that the monsters were waking. So far, there was nothing. The rain kept them at bay, for now.But he knew that as soon as the rain stopped, the hunt would begin again.Zhang took a deep breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over him. His body ached from the wounds, but his mind was sharp, his senses heightened by the constant threat of danger.He wouldn't rest until he was sure it was safe. The morning light was coming, and with it, new challenges.But for now, he waited in the rain, his eyes on the horizon, his hand gripping the metal frame tightly. He was ready for whatever came next.