It had been raining for four days.

In many places, the water in the Mullae-dong alleys was already ankle-deep, and weeds were growing on the roof of the old truck parked in front of the ironworks. In the past, the news would have been making a fuss about this every monsoon season. But now, there was no one to give a weather forecast, and no one to clear the flooded roads. It was a bit ironic that it still rained every summer even after the world had ended.