Fatty got out of the car, visibly excited. The rain was pelting his scalp, its force considerable, akin to a hailstorm. But he didn't seem to mind; as soon as he stepped out, he anxiously turned his head towards the direction the car headlights were coming from.
The night was pitch black, making it difficult to see anything a little farther away, especially since this place was near a deserted mountain. The streetlights were scattered far apart, almost obscured by the large trees at the roadside. Added to that was the downpour, which formed a curtain of rain, making it impossible for Fatty to see the specifics ahead.
All he could see was a car parked ahead, its door apparently still open. Because he was too far away to see the situation clearly, Fatty anxiously began to run towards it. The water on the ground had already risen above his ankles; it was exceptionally cold, and his shoes were soaked through.
