The soft patter of rain soon became a heavy downpour, pounding against the concrete of the deserted and ruined city of Manhattan, New York. You held Frodo, your drenched black and white cat, in your arms, wincing slightly as you heard soft footsteps approaching from behind. Glancing over your shoulder, you met Leon’s terrified blue eyes staring back at you. His ashy-blond hair was drenched and sticking to his forehead as he followed you, his drenched clothes clinging to his body.

You swallowed hard, giving him a look to back off, unable to speak a word. Any sound could attract the lurking monster aliens, ready to tear you apart if they heard even a pin drop. Rolling your eyes as the rain pounded harder, you glanced over your shoulder again to see Leon still trailing behind. You both took shelter under a roof shade as the heavy rain poured down.

Pausing, you couldn’t help but mutter softly, the heavy raindrops muffling the sound of your words. Your eyes widened in relief when you realized none of the aliens had heard it. The rain was a savior. Leon looked at you with a mix of confusion and shock.

“What are you doing?” he mouthed, his eyes wide as he stared at you like you’d lost your mind.