Chapter 3: On the way
The ruins were a grim sight, houses charred or rotten, some destroyed beyond recognition, others maintaining their shape.
The house of the village chief seemed to be in the best condition, as it was made of stone bricks instead of wood and clay like the rest.
Calen didn’t really want to stop, but after a few hours of non-stop walking, he needed a break, and the stone structure looked somewhat safe.
Calen cautiously approached the dilapidated wooden door and slowly pushed it open, revealing the dark and silent interior.
He carefully stepped inside, closing the door behind him, holding up the lantern containing the divine flame to illuminate the darkness.
’Is using a sacred relic as a lamp considered sacrilegious?’ he mused to himself.
The house looked more or less normal, if not for the rotten furniture and copious amounts of dust. It didn’t seem like the inhabitants left in a hurry or were attacked; everything was in its place and untouched.
’Weird,’ he thought.
If the apocalypse started unannounced and instantly, why was everything normal? Weren’t they attacked? Why didn’t they run from the disaster?
The house was two stories tall and strangely opulent for a building standing in the middle of nowhere.
Calen was supposed to be resting, but a quick search of the house wasn’t going to tire him too much, and who knows, he might discover something important.
’Let’s do it room by room.’