There’s something off, even if on the surface it looks how I imagine an unmanned power plant substation would look, and despite that, my inner weird voice that kept pushing me east, it’s telling me to get closer. My own mind and instincts battling with what to do and its why I’ve sat here staring at it for so long. The sensible part is screaming danger, the less logical me is telling me how harmless this looks and that there are no signs of life at all. The weak part of me is aching for some sort of connection to civilization, and a longing to touch something real and man made after so many weeks alone. It just reminds me that despite doing better, I’ve been crushingly lonely still.
I can’t see any way in from this angle so the door must face those giant gates, which means it only has one entrance and nothing else.? Not exactly a layout for any kind of worrying military base, I mean, it’s not even that big. At most you could park two of the Santo trucks inside, so I doubt it homes any more than some power grid equipment for maybe some of the further rural homes. Maybe it’s a radio station with sporadic visits or something. I don’t have a clue, as it’s hardly my area of expertise. It’s not big enough to be anything much else.
The point is after an hour sat here, I haven’t gotten any signs of life, or any reason to not go and have a closer look, and the only thing stopping me is my own terrified level of suspicion. I’m being overly cautious, my feeble side wading in, and even the wind blowing this way is picking up on no human scent in any way. It seems completely deserted.
I can see cameras at the corners of the building on this side and they probably have them at the front too, but they are all pointing down at the ground within the fences, so I can at least get that close without being caught on them. I guess they’re to pick up on wildlife getting in, or something.? I might see more if I go around the other side and figure out what it is. It might have signs, or maybe hazard warnings, if it is just a power plant. If I know for sure, then I can stop tiptoeing around and relax.
I exhale heavily, wiping the rolling beads of moisture from my brow and look up at the fading light in the greying sky. I should find a place to make camp and stop wasting what daylight I have left. Come back in the morning, but that means trekking further, as this is the first clearing I’ve come across in hours. There’s nothing nearby that looks like a good place to set up, so maybe I might have to sacrifice a comfy night and roll up in the bear fur right here. I can’t think of anything else to do.
It’s either go check this out and then walk on when I know what it is, and if I can salvage anything, or camp and look at it in the new day.? I’m exhausted, really need to eat and I don’t have the energy to do much of anything.
I get up, mind in two halves, and pull my backpack up with me, lugging its heavy weight as I try to make a decision. I don’t want to be out in the open when darkness falls, as despite not picking up on any creatures of the night, I can’t be sure there aren’t any lurking in caves, or underground tunnels of which I have come across many these past days. I remember the stories, that the Vampires came out of the ground during the war. I would just prefer to stick to my usual plan of picking a site and staying there until dawn.
I don’t wander far, realizing it’s wall to wall close knit trees in all directions but one, moving towards the building. It really is the only part here that has space to even lay down and I’m not about to sleep in the clearing near it.
I doubt any passing big cat, bear, or such, spends much time walking its perimeter so I make the decision to pick a tree with great leaf cover and climb one. It’s better than being a sitting duck on the forest floor, and I doubt I’ll get any real sleep when I haven’t found a good place to hide out. Up a tree I can tie myself to the trunk and at least dose off and on through the night and wait to investigate this in the morning. It’ll give me a little security, and at least up high, I can defend myself if needs be.
I end up walking a full circle and finding the right kind of trees nearer the main gates of the building. One’s with wide bases, multiple branches from mid-way up, with extra amounts of foliage and twisting crisscrossing boughs for platforms. I squeeze between two that are close together, about twenty feet up their branches merge, and curl, to make an extra wide landing place, and have to haul myself up with my backpack on, finding it a little more labor intensive than normal.
When I get up there, I manage to find a flat enough spot that with one of my pelts rolled out I snuggle into a dip between two parallel boughs and can properly lay down, without having to anchor myself to anything. I hang my backpack on a broken stump on the trunk and lay out on top of my makeshift bed, stretching and wriggling to see how comfy I can get, satisfied that this isn’t too bad as long as it doesn’t get windy or rain tonight. I don’t want to unroll pelts that could slide off if I roll in my sleep and draw attention to lurking wildlife. I won’t have a fire to keep some of the natural creatures at bay up here, so I have to make do with cold meat, a bumpy bed, and the rustling and swaying of the trees to lull me into slumber. Not that I think it’ll be an issue, as now I’m up here, my eyes are heavy and my brain cloudy with fatigue. It’s been a long day.
I sit and watch the building through the foliage for a while, sat at my safe distance, watching as the shadows lengthen and become part of the dark surroundings as light fades fast. I’m already exhausted from my extended trekking, so settling down and beginning to drift off is easier than usual. Not the usual spew of weighty things on my mind to keep me awake, and it feels like only seconds of blinking and drowsiness before I zone out.
I wake with a start, jumping slightly, and sitting up fast, banging my head on rough wood and silently yelping as I properly come to. I must have drifted into a deeper sleep so fast, because it was a second ago, I could still see my hand in front of me and now I’m in utter pitch darkness and can’t even make out what I’m sitting on. Disorientated at first until I remember where I am and how I got here and my belly rumbles because I didn’t eat. I woke with a fright for sure, and my heart is thundering through my chest as my nocturnal eyesight kicks into touch, clawing the area around me frantically into focus.
I’m not sure exactly what woke me yet and I slowly sit up, sliding my legs up, my knees touching my chest as I rub my now bruised, lumpy, forehead, while scanning my surroundings for a cause. Taking deep breaths to calm down and center myself, letting my senses take over, rather than my scared brain.
It doesn’t take me long to see what brought me around once I settle down and actually look. There’s a shiny black truck parked in the undergrowth beside the fence, nearer the back of the building where I first stood. It’s about ten feet further down the makeshift road. They must have just pulled up, maybe the noise, and headlights, are what roused me to alert and I watch with held breath as someone slides out and makes their way around the fence to find the entrance. An eery solitary figure, shrouded in darkness. It’s both a joy to see another person, but also a massive alarming worry, that I’m seeing another person
They, much like the truck, are all in black, wearing a hood pulled over their head so I can’t see their face at all, but I can tell it’s male. Tall, stocky, and as he moves around the gate with his focus on his task, eerily quiet on his feet. The wind picks up gently and blows this way, guiding his scent towards me and I recoil in utter shock, like someone tasered my ass.
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