The torrential rain had been pouring down for 48 hours straight.
The angry wind howled, the night rain relentless.
This rain was as if heaven had sprung a leak.
North and South were both engulfed in the storm.
Waves surged along the coastline, the sea level rose, submerging some low-elevation islands.
In the Southern hills, the occasional small lakes dotted the landscape.
Southern City, suburbs, Salvation Army headquarters.
Complete chaos, this storm had cost the Salvation Army heavy losses. When the rain first struck, two teams were on their way back from collecting protection fees from other small organizations; they encountered the Zombie Tide en route, losing half their numbers.
They were lucky to have been close to headquarters on their way back; otherwise, the losses would have been greater. In the face of an onslaught like the Zombie Tide, one must find a secure and stable place. Any random stopover would not last long.
