''Mmh?'' Isaac's eyelids fluttered as they began slowly opening. Instantly, he felt wetness surrounding his body. His hair became drenched, and his clothes hugged his body tightly.
Isaac was standing right in the middle of an empty and muddy street. The sky was dark, with water pouring down rapidly. With each passing second, Isaac got more drenched.
He unstrapped the sniper rifle and put it above him as slight protection, but it couldn't do anything to stop from rain hitting him.
His gaze ran circles, and he tried to find some shelter. It was difficult to see from behind the rainstorm, but barely, he managed to catch a shimmer of light coming from one of the buildings.
Without further ado, he began running and soon reached a saloon-like building.
Creak!
Isaac opened the door and entered the saloon with a drenched body. He took a deep breath, and once moving the wet strands of hair out of the way, he could see many eye pairs locked at him.