זה כמו להתעורר כאן אבל להרגיש שם

"Oh lord", he gasped, waving his head again and again. "this can't be right, this can't be the end", his scream roared through the Red-Black sky. rivers of blood poured from the skies onto the dry ground of the highlands. 

It was, simply, one of those days. you wake up, drink your coffee, suiting up and off to work. you work in your shitty little cubicle and chasing down on the phone people you don't give a shit about, and then, out of fucking nowhere, it starts raining.

Baut it's not just a simple rain, it's a rain with a saying behind it. it's a rain that maken the world stop spinning and say to himself "what the hell is this shit?". it all started with one , who later on was accomponied by another, and then all hell broke loose, and the sky opened up with a defining shout. this rain caught everybody off guard, looking for shelter, but soon enough the streets of london were flooded with not only bloody, hot, sticky rain, but with bodies laying everywhere of people who missed a swimming practice when they were younger. And only Gabriel stood in Piccadilly square, gasping and utterly don't believe that they left him down here, drenching and soaking wet, while they're up there sheltered from the rain.