[ Rain falls so rarely these days that it's something of an event (lower-case) when it does. Harcivk's basement complex doesn't have windows, obviously but on evenings like these when the clouds have rolled in thickly, he can take his dinner (an energy bar and his ration of water) up to the covered back porch and watch the rain and it's almost like what the family that used to own this house might have imagined their rainy evenings would be like.
The rain used to come down black, wet fallout full of ash. It's still pretty acidic these days, but he sends people off to gather basins of the stuff anyway whenever it comes down, thinking vaguely that he might be able to do something with it eventually. Their signal lights flash off and on in the night now and then as he chews. ]
ALEXANDRIA | post-Event
The rain used to come down black, wet fallout full of ash. It's still pretty acidic these days, but he sends people off to gather basins of the stuff anyway whenever it comes down, thinking vaguely that he might be able to do something with it eventually. Their signal lights flash off and on in the night now and then as he chews. ]