The chilling and horrifying discovery made me eager to escape from this longhouse that had once made me feel at ease.
That's what I did. I don't know if they were temporarily out or hiding during the day, which gave me a chance to escape. My remaining sense told me to bring some fire with me before I left. I turned on the stove, took out the burning coals and threw them in
He emptied the oil lamp, added two new pieces of coal to it, and illuminated the lampshade. He even had no time to take away the water in the bowl and the still and climbed up to the window sill awkwardly, fearing that he would encounter these monsters if he went slower.
The once dangerous streets now represent light, safety, and freedom, while the longhouses have become dangerous, terrifying, and predatory. Fortunately, when I climbed slowly and clumsily, there were no nightmarish monster claws pulling me back into the darkness.
, there was no weird alien sleeping in the eaves to hang me up, I successfully stepped on the slippery streets, and I didn’t even fall and accidentally knock over the oil lamp.
This kind of smoothness made me feel incredible. I stood on the street and looked back at the gloomy windows and walls. Honeycomb-like dense holes were all over the walls, floors, and ceilings that I could and could not see.
The sight that would drive trypophobia crazy confirmed my suspicion: just last night, right outside, these horrible monsters were watching me while I was sleeping.
A layer of goosebumps appeared on my skin, which had nothing to do with the cold and was entirely out of fear.
I walked very fast, and my unhealed body started to hurt again, but I didn't want to slow down at all, even if I broke a leg. Finally, I left the Sailor Street successfully, and then I was confused about where to go next, so I had to head towards
I was thinking as I walked towards the port.
The advantage of the seaside is that there is no shortage of water, but it may be due to the continuous rain in the rainy season that there is no shortage of water. But the seaside has another advantage, food. I don’t know what the world is like now. It’s very bad in comparison. The whole Belfas
There was not a single living person... I thought about the church bells I heard two evenings ago. Maybe there were living people there? Or maybe there were a group of monsters like the monsters that stared at me last night? Monsters that left traces in the longhouse.
Are they the aborigines there, or are they the longhouses that followed my traces? Thinking of this, I slowed down and looked behind me. The wet footprints in the mud can indeed be seen if I look closely, and my traces yesterday must be even more obvious than this, and
The first night in the longhouse was okay, maybe they came back from the clinic with me...
Until then, I suddenly remembered that I left the silver ring in the longhouse out of fear.
I hesitated. The ring may have been very important to me in the past, but the shadow and fear mixed together to form a new nightmare.
They were not interested in the ring, and I could come back to get it after they left. I comforted myself to follow my inner fear and stay away from the longhouse.
A damp and cold breeze blew, and another rain was brewing. My unhealed body would definitely get sick if exposed to the rain. I had to find a new shelter before this rain fell.
My body acted before my mind and continued downhill towards the port.
The only thing I can do is avoid the mud on the road, prevent myself from becoming the prey of hunters following the footprints, and look after the fire of the oil lamp.
Wow wow wow
Distant waves crashed on the brown beach, and the fishy smell was pushed ashore by the sea breeze.
I held my stomach at this moment, it was terrible, my stomach actually twitched with hunger because of the smell of the sea breeze.
Most of the buildings on coastal streets are pubs or hotels, and in either case there are wine bottles and the original liquid in the bottles.
I am not a heavy drinker, but when people are in despair and pain, they always need something to relieve their emotions.
Especially for a middle-aged man who has lost a lot of his past.
When it started to rain lightly, I walked into a solid brick-and-stone tavern. It was a "coal lamp" that was much darker than the oil lamp. What was disappointing was that the place showed signs of being looted, with crooked tables and chairs and messy footprints.
and broken glass bottles were everywhere, and I realized that I might not be able to find a chance to drink away my sorrows.
After walking around the hall on the first floor and the kitchen at the back, I came to the second floor again. The second floor, which was divided into more than a dozen guest rooms, seemed depressing and cramped. What made me uneasy and even more uneasy was that every room with a broken door had a window.
Not sealed.
But to my surprise, I found the ladder leading to the loft upstairs. The sloping roof structure and stone walls of the spacious loft gave me a sense of security that was far better than that of a wooden house. The small window that could overlook half of Belfast and the vast sea view was also
You won't feel depressed.
And the attic was not significantly damaged compared to the downstairs, which was just an unused attic with a bed and a fireplace.
I first stuck my head into the fireplace to see if the chimney was ventilated, then turned on the hot "coal lamp" and poured it into the clean fireplace, and put the wet firewood in the basket next to it to dry.
There is never a shortage of fuel, and every wooden chair piled in the living room downstairs can be burned for half a day, but it needs to be dried first.
I piled the damp and moldy bedding on the bed in front of the fireplace, and temporarily went back downstairs to look for everything I could use. I was pleasantly surprised to find a storage room hidden behind a wall trap in the kitchen, because it only had
The cupboard is large and was left behind by the survivors in front.
I found bacon, dried fish, a small bag of wheat and a salt shaker inside. I abandoned the spoiled bacon and dried fish and took only the bag of wheat and salt shaker back to the attic. Then I continued to carry wet food back and forth between the kitchen and the attic several times.
Mu, bring the pots and bowls back by the way.
The fireplace burned the room brighter and warmer than the longhouse stove. I looked at the flames, as if looking at hope, and then I separated the piled bedding and sheets. I cut off the foul and moldy areas and threw them into the fireplace and burned them.
Dreaming of having a good sleep on a dry and soft bed tonight, I poured out the wheat grains in front of the campfire, picked out the broken ones and threw them into the fireplace, and put the rest by the fireplace to dry the moisture.
The heavy rain gradually stained the window, so I left a corner of the moldy sheets, wetted it and carefully wiped the dirt on the glass. Although the water stains stained the right side because of the rain very quickly, it has become transparent.
Because the fireplace had not been used for a long time, there was some acrid smoke in the attic. At first I ignored it and tried to use the smoke to dry out the attic. I paid attention to putting it on the wheat grains on the dinner plate on the fire until I felt uncomfortable in my throat.
I just opened the window and let the rain sound and the sea breeze take away the smoke.
I put up the windows with wooden sticks and looked back. The attic with the burning fireplace even felt a little like home.
But I still have to find a way to get food. Once the food problem is solved, I can look for clues to understand why I lost my memory and why the world is like this.
These almost overwhelmed me, but when the aroma of wheat grains came out, I gradually became relaxed.
Reach out to flip the golden-roasted wheat grains.
At least for now, I can be carefree for a short time.
