The first wave
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As they were walking, suddenly Fyodor whispered ''...the red rain... its coming'' and he ran, ran to the only safe underground place. The cathedrals dungeon, that were built back in the day as torture chambers, and now are just interesting to look at.
When he got there, a single drop hit the window, and started melting, so he ran as everyone was as if by magnets being pulled outside and going to face it. He knew what it was.
The screams of terror and confusion as everyone was being melted down, as their skin was being dragged down their paralyzed bodies, exposing their organs, and slowly but surely dying one by one.
Fyodor ran to the empty underground rooms and stood hidden, all that he had with him being a few tangerines, cauliflower, and some butterfly cookies. Also Lucio.
Since the rain wasn't going to last long, they'd suffice, although God knows when he'd be able to find food next.
As he walked out of the well secured underground, the walls and windows of the cathedral had holes made by the rain, so the dungeon wouldn't be safe anymore.
He walked outside to witness the ground had been watered by blood and the screams of all the innocent people.
Were there any other survivors even? All the buildings had fallen and killed the people inside too. Smoke from the broken pipes for sure had also costed a few lives..
What were the odds?
Fyodor was terrified at the sight, it felt like he was losing his mind. All the remains that didn't get fully melted as the rain stopped.
Why him, why is he the one that gets to live. Did he do something to deserve it, why survive if he can't save everyone else. Could there be anyone, anyone who maybe survived.
All he ever wanted, his sole purpose, was to rest easy,
for once to be at full peace.
''the exiles are searching for life signs to e*****e any living being'' said Lucio ''you already know this but hide, the aluminium trash cans don't let the rays go through''
He hid inside and waited patiently until they left, ''There are survivors after all that?'' he asked suprised
''The chances are low but not zero''
He took off the lid and checked around, as if not trusting Lucio, but nothing was around. The exiles, which were Helenas puppets made of live humans or good remains, were unable to disobey her, they walked around collecting body parts and babies that were saved by their parents by any chance.
And the city was finally truly empty. Lucio told Fyodor that there was food and clothing in some apartments he spotted. They went to collect whatever could help them survive.
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