As I make my way back to the town center, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. The discovery of those hidden bodies still fresh in my mind. I needed to find something, anything that would give me a clue as to what happened here.
My mind races with worries and fears. What could be the cause of the black fingers on the bodies? Is it some kind of sickness, maybe something that can be spread through the air? or water? I've never been one to panic easily, but the thought of being infected and not knowing how to prevent it is enough to make me feel uneasy. I wonder if it's safe for me to drink the water or eat the meat of birds.
Finally, I arrive back at the large building in the center of town. I decide to look for answers, to see if I can find anything in the papers scattered around the town center that could give me some clues.
The papers are scattered everywhere, some lying on the ground, others scattered on the counter tops. I sift through the papers, scanning each one for anything that looks familiar, like a date or a word that I recognize.
I begin to take a closer look at them, searching for any words that I might recognize. My eyes scan the pages, trying to decipher the language, but it's no use, it's not one that I understand.
But I don't find anything, just empty, meaningless words on pages that have been exposed to the elements for too long. I sigh, frustrated and worried. I need to be more careful, to keep my senses sharp and be aware of any signs of danger.
I decided to check the counter, and that's when I noticed some papers lying on top of it. It was written by hand and the penmanship looks messy, like it was written by a child.
I took a closer look and realized something odd. Despite the chaos and destruction, no one had touched the papers. It was as if they were left here deliberately, for someone to find. I continued to search through the papers, determined to find something that would give me a clue.
They were clean, as if someone had recently placed them there, and they were not covered in a layer of dust like the others. I felt a pang of panic run through me. Could the person who placed these papers still be here? Was there someone else alive in this ghost town?
I didn't know what to make of it, but I was determined to find out what was going on. I carefully sniffed around the papers, trying to detect any signs of life, but all I could smell was the musty scent of old paper. I couldn't let my fear get the best of me, I needed to gather information, so I started to look over the papers, searching for a date, a name, anything that I could recognize.
Hours passed, but I was still no closer to finding anything useful. Frustrated, I took a step back and looked around the room. That's when I noticed it, the map on the wall, with the name of the town written. I realize that someone must have been here recently. I can see a small mark on one of the buildings that wasn't there yesterday.
I start to feel panicked, thinking that someone could have been here, and I didn't even notice. The thought that I might have been vulnerable to an attack or danger without realizing it makes me uneasy.
I can feel my heart rate increase as I imagine all the things that could have happened while I was unaware. Who could have placed these papers here and made this mark? I wonder if someone was here while I was asleep or when I went to hunt for breakfast.
The thought that I missed someone's presence fills me with panic. Did they see me? Did they know I was here?
But it did made me feel a little silly to think that they probably wouldn't have cared if they had seen me here, just a small cat minding my own business.
I try to calm my racing thoughts, but the fear lingers. I need to be more careful and stay alert. The world around me may be quiet, but it's important for me to keep my guard up. My heart raced as I finally had something to go on.
I sat on the countertop and looked at the map. Everything was still and silent. I thought about my next move. Do I stay here and keep searching for something familiar, a date, or anything that would give me a clue about what has happened? Or do I go and check out the building that is marked on the map?
I considered the pros and cons of each option. Staying here means I'll be safe, but I might miss out on something important. And even if I find a date, what then? I would't even know the context to the date.
On the other hand, leaving the safety of the town centre to explore the building that's marked on the map could be risky, but it might also lead me to the answers I'm looking for. The person that left it had an objective with leaving this mark. Either for themselves or to communicate something to someone. And that someone would properly come here at some point, right?
I weighed my options and finally made a decision. I would go and check out the building that was marked on the map today. Then spend the night somewhere around depending how dark it is. It was the best option, and I had to take the chance if I wanted to find out anything.
I jumped off the countertop and started making my way towards the building. The thought of adventure filled my mind as I walked, and I couldn't wait to see what lay ahead.