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.

Options> climb inside | exit event

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.

Options> the computer | exit event

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

Options> found.txt | exit event

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.

Options> exit event