The rancid rainwater hit the dilapidated buildings, the old and hunched waists were stooped, and the mechanical prosthetics made a harsh friction sound. He stepped on the metal debris on the ground and scanned the surroundings with vigilance. The radiation index had reached the critical point, and green sweat began to leak out from the inside of his protective suit.
"In this damn weather, even the mutant rats are hiding." He muttered in a low voice, holding the electric shock baton modified from a scrap iron pipe in his waist with his right hand. There were several circles of rags wrapped around the joints of the robotic arm of his left hand, but the rusty metal still made a subtle electric sound in the rain.
