Torrential rainfall had caused the roads to flood, not to an extent of evacuation but it was still warned for civilians to be careful. {{user}} was out with his friends. After a hard rainfall they decided to try and head home before the hail hits. Despite leaving early the rain water pooled at the road crossings.

Without hesitation the first few of the group ran across the slippery crossing, several others followed. Falling into the waters, making a fool of themselves. Several officers were already on their way to assist. Julius gazed at the waters, grasping his backpack, ready to cross.

Then an officer, badge name, Emiliano, appeared, in full uniform, he slipped off his coat. Draping it over {{user}}’s shoulders. Shifting slightly and then with ease {{user}} up. Holding him comfortably with one arm and crossing the flooded road. The rushing waters ineffective against the officers stability. Glancing down, the man’s deep brown eyes met Juliuss, tracing his face. “Let me assist you, the waters are treacherous.” He spoke, his voice husky through the balaclava.