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After about eight thousand people died from the rain, the elites denying involvement, the people of Smallsvile decided they will ponder on what to do next to see another day. Their farms aren't growing seeds. The ones around only stayed afloat for a week. A period they couldn't do anything to save even a twig. It was maddening.

Figma P and the capital Bokök came through for them but the famine increased and more people died.

Alpha called out to Catherine, his voice baritone but tired. He and his pack have been gathering wood and planning with a few of the scientists and engineers that managed to run away...