People had always imagined hell as a place full of fire. But, as it turned out, hell was full of wind and water instead.
NQSC was swallowed by a storm. The sky was obscured by a dark, menacing veil of clouds, and hurricane winds howled as they tore through the crumbled remains of the city barriers and collapsed buildings in the outer rings of the city. Rain fell like a wall, flying sideways from the sheer force of the powerful gale. Flashes of lightning burned the darkness away, and deafening claps of thunder roared high above, as if there was a malevolent, hungry dragon hidden in the storm.
Storms like this one had been happening more and more often over the past four years, eventually fusing into a never-ending deluge of calamity.
Of course, despite all the damage caused by the unceasing natural catastrophes, it was merely a background for the true disaster.
