When you emerge blinking from the gloom of the endless haunted labyrinth of walkways within the Dead Mall onto the rooftop and the vast expanse of open sky and sunlight above, you observe a peculiar sight.
You remember once experiencing a bizarre phenomenon, crossing as a pedestrian from one side of the road to the other, separated by a partition of torrential rain. Sunshine on one side and a downpour on the other. Localised rain? Isolated precipitation? It is perhaps not such an uncommon phenomenon - a raincloud has to end somewhere, so why not on the side of a road?
What you witness now from the Dead Mall rooftop reminds you of that memory. There is a building not too far from you, in the direction of DTLA - the Disincorporated Territories Lockdown Area
>>6037893>>6037895- where you can see a significant crowd of people have gathered. They are standing in pouring rain, whilst your side is bathed in lingering sunshine. You are not sure what the crowd are doing - is it an evacuation drill, a mandatory fire drill of some sort? Could they perhaps be the goth music concertgoers, en route to your party? Maybe it could be some sort of film set, are they shooting stunts or capturing footage for a motion picture there? You didn't encounter much traffic or see any pedestrians approaching from the beach. The large crowd seems a little restless - and you notice there appears to be a small cohort of indistinct observers, positioned along the corresponding rooftop of the distant building, watching them.
Everything is so far away, making the perspective of the large crowd and the surveillance observers seem almost unreal from your vantage point, as if you were watching some drone feed or helicopter chase camera footage, and not spectating upon a live scene. The sight makes you uneasy, as if some cataclysm had suddenly unfolded amidst the most banal circumstances of apparent normality.
