He hated crawling out from the safety of his vents and having to smell it in the air, even though he was inside. It should never be able to crawl through the cracks like it does.
He hated having to avert his eyes because he couldn't bring himself to look out strangers windows. It never did any good though, he could still picture the massacre outside.
He hated the sound of roaring laugher while other sounds of droplets splattering on the windows, doors and anywhere else was still present.
He never could deal with the rain.