Rain came down in huge torrents.
Soaking everything and anything it could.
Like it had a mind of its own it drenched as much as it could, like that's what its sole purpose was.
On the bright side the infected seemed to dislike the rain.
They took to wandering around indoors and hiding out under any kind of shelter they could find.
But one indoor area was not crawling with infected.
It was a big house on the big river.
Bright red walls and orange carpet.
A ghastly color if you ask me.
It had about five bedrooms and three bathrooms...all brightly colored as well.
The windows including the big stained glass one were boarded up.
The doors were all nailed shut with furniture piled in front.
Tap tap tap
Went the hammer that was used to nail in the nails.
Inside slept eight people.
Three woman and four men and one child.
The child lay awake listening to the rain.
The rain was swelling the big river.
Still the house stood. A bright safe haven.
Brightly colored.
Brightly savored like a dish of candy.
Rolled up in a bottle and set to sail in the big river.
I'm crying out for help
I'm crying to you from across the big river on the other side of the bank
But no one can hear me tonight, not now or ever.
The seven lay sleeping and one lays awake
He hears me but he thinks it is an infected
Just as motionless as the rest he lays and listens to the rain
The big river rises
