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It's late at night, and the wind outside is howling around the abandoned house, as if trying to penetrate the weak walls and add a bit of cold and loneliness to the interior. On such a night, despite the warmth of the fire, Jack finds it difficult to sleep. Perhaps it's the unease brought on by the new environment, or perhaps it's a certain desire deep inside him that's driving him. Jack decides to get up, picks up the candle on the table, and ventures upstairs in the house.
He carefully steps over the sleeping Ah Mao and the other dogs, the warm firelight reflecting on their peaceful faces, bringing a hint of life's warmth to this cold night. Jack ascends the creaking stairs, each step taken with extreme care, afraid of waking his companions or the old house itself.
As he gradually ascended to the second floor, a long and narrow corridor came into view. The dust on the corridor appeared particularly conspicuous under the illumination of the candlelight, as if this place had long been deserted. Four doors stood silently on either side of the corridor, each seemingly hiding a story, a past.
Jack was filled with curiosity and caution, knowing that in this post-apocalyptic world, any corner could harbor unknown dangers. At the same time, he also hoped to find traces of the past in these abandoned rooms, perhaps some everyday items, or more stories about this house and its owner.
So, Jack decided to open these doors one by one and explore these long-sealed spaces. He took a deep breath, the candle in his hand flickered in the breeze, emitting a gentle glow that illuminated his path forward.
Jack gently pushed open a door, revealing the interior of a master bedroom. Although everything in the room was covered in the dust of time, through this layer of dust, one could still sense the warmth and tidiness that once filled this space. An old photo was placed on the bedside table, depicting a smiling elderly couple whose eyes were filled with love for each other and contentment with life.
This photo is like a window, allowing Jack to glimpse a fragment of the elderly couple's past lives. Every item in the room is placed neatly, from the orderly arranged books on the bookshelf to the clothes hanging in the wardrobe, each seemingly telling the small details and habits of the couple's lives. These habits, even in the devastation of a nuclear explosion, have remained, becoming memories quietly flowing through time.
Jack stands in the room, filled with inexplicable emotions. Although the nuclear explosion took countless lives and destroyed many families, in this corner, there seems to still be a trace of warmth and human radiance. The habits of this elderly couple, their love for each other, and their care for this home all become especially precious in this moment.
In this post-apocalyptic world, every forgotten corner may hold stories of the past. Jack quietly placed a candle on the bedside table, offering a small light and warmth to the souls of the elderly couple. Then, he quietly left the room, filled with respect for the couple and reflections on life. In this world of destruction and loss, love and memories become people's final refuge.
Jack continued his exploration, pushing open another door, which presented a stark contrast to the master bedroom he had just left. Upon entering this room, Jack could sense that it had once been the space of the elderly couple's children. However, unlike the parents' room filled with traces of life and details, this room appeared unusually clean, even somewhat empty.
The items in the room are extremely limited, just a few basic pieces of furniture - a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe, which seem to be the most basic living arrangement. Apart from these, there are not many personal items, no decorations, and no items that clearly show the owner's hobbies and personality. This almost blank and simple state creates a mysterious atmosphere in the entire room.
Jack stands in the center of the room, trying to find a clue from this almost restrained simplicity to understand who the owner of this room really is. However, no matter how hard he looks, he cannot find any information about this person from these few items. This room, like its owner, is an unsolved mystery, leaving people clueless.
This discovery left Jack feeling a tinge of regret. He had hoped to find more about the family's story from these rooms, to understand their lives and emotions. But now it seemed that some stories might never be known. Everyone's life is a book, but in this post-apocalyptic world, too many books are permanently closed, their stories and secrets gradually fading away with time.
Just as Jack was preparing to leave the child's room, footsteps softly sounded, and an unusual sound broke the silence of the night from outside. It was different from the sound of the wind or any natural noise, but rather a crackling sound of electricity, seemingly carrying some unknown energy. Jack's heart tightened as he realized he might have encountered some unusual phenomenon or creature.
He crouched cautiously by the window, trying not to expose his figure to any potential lurking eyes outside. Through the window, Jack attempted to peer at the source of the sound coming from the depths of the wilderness. In the darkness of night, a group of strange beings appeared on the wilderness, almost transparent, like ghosts, their outlines faintly visible only when swept by the wind and sand.
These creatures, if they could be called that, floated silently there, their existence seeming out of place in this world, yet appearing particularly eerie against the desolate backdrop of the apocalypse. With the blowing of the sand, their forms flickered in and out, like elusive nightmares in the night, and yet like visitors from another dimension.
Jack was filled with curiosity and caution. He had never seen such creatures before and didn't know if they were friendly or what their purpose was. In this post-apocalyptic world, every encounter with the unknown was a gamble, and Jack knew he had to be careful.
He decided to observe for the time being and not act rashly. After all, in this unknown night, any reckless action could bring unpredictable consequences.
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