Chapter 65 - A crimson rain

The sky tore open above the city, bleeding. Not the pale, melancholy drizzle of a storm, but deep, viscous crimson that poured from the clouds like some malevolent tide, streaking buildings, streets, and flesh with its iron-scented horror. People looked up, mouths agape, eyes wide with disbelief, but disbelief was swallowed almost instantly by fear. Screams began to rise like a chorus, raw and ragged, cutting through the grinding roar of traffic that had long since stopped obeying laws of reason. Cars collided bumper to bumper, engines whining and horns blaring, as drivers abandoned attempts at escape. The streets had become rivers of panic, black smoke from overturned vehicles curling into the red-streaked sky.