Rain hits the top of the truck like bullets. The sound fades as the truck comes to a stop, engine turning off, and shakes slightly as the driver hops off. We wait for a few minutes until the coast is clear, and Bunny opens the doors.
We’re facing a large garage with dome lights flickering at the ceiling. Other trucks are parked in garages to the left and right, and the warehouse is empty with the hush sounds of dripping water and faint rain.
Deeper in the warehouse are dozens of empty trolleys and a few empty boxes scattered around. A squall from outside sweeps the boxes and they scrape against the ground.
“That’s the last shipment,” Bunny guesses. “The driver probably didn’t go too far. Let’s follow him.” The rain sprinkles on us as we approach the exit. “You still got that umbrella?”
