Can a human survive in such conditions? I don't think so.
Even though I shouldn't be this surprised. I've already seen glimpses of this place in Julia's memories. I just couldn't pay enough attention to the details.
There's just a bed in here; and a table. I won't even consider the sofa as furniture, damn it. It's not something one can use: it's all broken, and there are some metallic, rusty spires poking from the corners.
I guess there's a reason if the looters left it here. Now, what's the matter with the bed and table?
I remember there should have been an oven or something like that. Now, there's only the hole in the wall, the one used to deliver the smoke out from the house.
«I will clean up a bit,» Julia declares, leaving her backpack in a corner and rolling up her sleeves. «You can look around in the meantime. It'll be dusty here, so I don't suggest you stay inside.»
