The downpour has arrived. The world is shrouded by an unending storm, only few days in a week are unburdened by the brunt of it. The water levels rising, rapid mutations within biological life occurring, and sighting of creatures within the storm during its death-showers.

Three beings fates are intertwined, all three forced to survive: A alligator with king complex, a lichen with the undying urge to feel everything, and a man who’s lost, only running of fragments of memories.

Overall a few good things came out of it, but the bad really weights down the scale

|I don’t have one yet. Also I’m doing this for rr writathon, so it’ll get grammar fixed later|