The storm above bellowed a loud thunder, reaffirming their dominance in the sky, the endless echo of billions of raindrops overwhelming the sounds that was once heard only a few moments ago.

Two strangers caught in the middle of the road share a single umbrella together, belong to the one in the black coat, and the one in white was thankful.

“Thanks…” she muttered, bowing her head slightly. The man said nothing back, but nodded in turn as they walked on the muddy road. They both walked forward to their destinantion under the immense rainfog, seemingly unbothered by their situation. Though, that won’t last…

“Say… where are you going?” the woman in the white coat asked the man in black, his blonde hair revealed his eyes looking at her inquisitively.

“Funeral.” he muttered, and looked back at the front, speaking not much more.

“Oh…” the woman muttered, and continued his lead.

…

It has been an hour now, though the rain hasn’t stopped yet, and the ground was becoming worryingly wet, the mud had made their journey difficult, but the water has now reached their knees.

“High ground, we must go.” the man gestured at the woman, up the top of the hill, the woman nodded, agreeing with his assessment followed him uphill, there were times she slipped, but she gathered herself quickly as they finally reached the top.

They couldn’t still see anything, the mist obscured their vision, and the sun was beginning to set, and it was becoming cold. The woman parted her wet black hair to stare at the submerged path, her way to the house was gone.