Last-Remnant

His feet fell with soft thuds on the wet ground with each step he took.  Now and then the spongy ground would give way to puddles and mud, but he hardly noticed any of it at all.  All he felt was the freezing rain as it soaked him through and chilled him to the bone.  It has been raining all day and he thought it ironic, considering how close it resembled the weather in his heart. Three others followed him as he made his way up the hill, the easy climb made slippery and difficult.  A thin young man followed behind him, the hood of his jacket pulled up over his head, hands shoved deep into his pockets.  Thin whips of his spiky orange hair dri