A low home

a low home
the simple structure juts out of the landscape like a raw bone, short and worn by time. the door is chained shut, but the one window to the side is long shattered.

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a home office
the back wall has been ripped from the rest of the room, resting in a pile of debris where the rest of the house used to be. there's a computer in here on a desk, still plugged into the wall. somehow it still receives power, the monitor lit and awake.

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the computer
the desktop is empty except for the recycle bin and one file, called "found.txt".

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a text file
the notepad program opens up and reveals a quick message.

''hello, whoever ends up reading this. at some point someone cleared this computer but i thought i'd leave a message anyway. i've been seeing these people... strange people walking around, as though in a trance. they move quickly, but without effort; i've watched one walk from horizon to horizon without stopping for even a second. i hide when i see them. i'm out of food and water, probably gonna die soon. maybe i'm just hallucinating.''

the file's properties reveal it was written about thirty years ago. very recent, relatively.