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chapter five, no clear skies.
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THE RAIN FELL DOWN the blades of grass into the already wet soil, the droplets pausing on the surface before being sucked into the dark particles. Mud had begun to splatter and stain the woman's body and find its way underneath her nails. It was heavy and unbearable, the group trudged through the chaotic weather while Daryl continued to lead the way to the sanctuary of a roof. A ruffle of curses began to leave Nadia, as a shiver began to reverberate throughout her body. Thanks to the previous hot weather, she had discarded her coat into her pack.
After a short walk, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, Nadia spotted the familiar barn from moments ago. The thunder continued, helping them drown out the forceful entry of the barn. Rick was cautious and decided to lead a small group to scout it out, in hopes no stranger was lurking in a dark corner. However, that did not go down well with the chattering of people's teeth. So, quickly after, the rest of the group followed.
Nadia remained cautious, entering the dusty barn, fire axe in hand. The woman continued to scan the contents of the barn, eyes grazing over everyone. Finley was standing with Carol and Maggie, as they searched a desolate room, shaking off the water droplets from her hair like a wet dog. Eyes landing on Rick, he nodded softly giving the all-clear.
