Adventures of 59 and script, chapter 13.

The rain drizzled down two days later, leaving the sky a musky grey and a slight fog covered land.

On a hill nearby a cemetery, 59 was sitting down letting the rain drops fall apon him as he stared blankly at the graves…

The water slowly rolled down his form, his hair unpatted and washed downwards a tad. His scarf wet aswell from the drizzel, his cloak just letting the water droplets rolling down to the ground.