Heavy rain.
Rain Town under the black night was cold and desolate. In the distant valley, a train sped away, lights flickering, fate uncertain.
In the town, by the streets, in the dark alleys, countless motionless mannequins stood by the windows.
They showed no expression, like store dummies, sniffing incessantly at the scent of the dark night.
The cinema hall was filled with crooked seats occupied by flesh and bones, quietly rotting in the darkness.
On the town's clock tower, Ding Qing watched the train speeding away, his expression fierce.
"Brother Ding, they've escaped."
A young man named Luo Rui beside him, holding binoculars, spoke unhappily, "I told you we should've seized the train when their key members went to the chemical factory, but now it's too late."
