A cold breeze swept through the air, but it was an unpleasant one, and not something that was soothing to feel. The sky was dim with little light, considering all the storm clouds that blocked out the sun. To anyone, this day could be considered dreary, unlikable, hell.

it wasn't any normal day in the vast wasteland called the Scorch, it was storming, and that was nearly impossible. I was sneaking through a city made of mostly rubble, sticking to the shadows so no cranks could find me.