The walk
The sun was shining, the grass was dry, perfect for a stroll in the park, no need for hats or coats. We crossed the bridge and followed the stream down towards the lake. The sky darkened, black clouds covered the sun, the wind sharpened and froze our skin. Rain hammered down, fast, and dense. Visibility was nil and senses confused. We slithered and stumbled down to the lake. The water boiled, the ground rose and fell, opened up to natures hell. The shockwave passed, the buildings fell, our walk saved us from what killed the others.
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I really like It! Was it the apocalypse?