April 3rd. It was exactly one week until the 100th day since humanity descended upon the wasteland.
He wondered what the weather was like at the Deep-sea Shelter.
In the basin, a light drizzle had been falling since two o'clock. The rain pattered against the residents' tents, creating a comforting, rhythmic sound.
After days of intense sun exposure, large patches of the earth had cracked. Now, nourished by the rain, the parched ground slowly began to heal.
By 5:50 AM, the rain showed no signs of stopping. In fact, it seemed to be raining even harder.
The despair-inducing winter of The New World had not yet arrived, but the long rainy season had quietly crept up on them.
Although the caves on Iron Rock Mountain were still usable, they could only accommodate two to three hundred people at most. Before the impending heavy snowfall, massive infrastructure work stood as a daunting challenge for everyone!
