Rainy Days and Drop Bears Always Get Me Down
The year is now. The place is here. The people are some of you.
And they don’t know a thing.
Five people woke up in the middle of a rainstorm, in a small place called West Jacktown, with no recollection whatsoever of what led them to that point. An alleyway, a box, a trash can, the trunk of a car. These five, picking names for themselves, have banded together to survive and explore their drenched surroundings, seeking help only from each other.
Because there is nobody else — but they are growing ever more certain that something is out there, hiding between the raindrops.