The blood rain fell from the sky in noisy torrents. Everything was covered with a red curtain, your ragged clothes, your face and hair were soaked with blood, there was a salty metallic taste in your mouth.

The tops of the fir trees swayed, the dry earth was saturated with warm rain.

Looking at the gaping sky and hearing the screams of crazed sectarians somewhere in the forest, you froze watching this crimson hell spread out for miles around.