Many places glow, now. To the south, green rain falls from the sky. Jonah would know. He escaped that lawless place, where clean water reigns as currency, and roving bands of madmen pillage for it.
Jonah’s backpack weighs heavily upon his drooped shoulders. He stumbles onward.
The road is marred by parched earth. He searches for a place untouched by civilization. Somewhere water doesn’t glow.