Walking along the roads and getting thoroughly drenched, Abel was hoping that none of the various zombies decided to attack during the downpour that cut visibility down. But he had decided to make rounds to see if there were any possibilities. Especially since he wouldn't be able to fly in this weather.
rumble
He looked towards the west, his heart pounding in his chest at the sound. Were some of the buildings collapsing under all the water? Whirling, he raced towards the west, hoping to either help or figure out what was going on.
RUMBLE
He skidded to a stop and stared at the mountainside which was racing towards the town.
Mudslide.
One thing none of them could stop, only pick up the pieces after it was done and pray nothing bad happened until their defenses were back up.