The End of the World

The guide has now returned home and there seems to be activity similar to what I noted last time I was here. It looks like they are preparing a meal to sit down and eat. Despite the fact that they are made up of decomposing flesh, it looks like a very homey and loving household, and it's making the fact that I am outside in the increasingly cold night eating canned beans on a good night that much more depressing.

Perhaps there is a chance I will find more of my kind of people and could one day enjoy such a sight for myself. Although at this point I've grown very very skeptical of that. For now I will just open up my can and raise a fork and eat at the same time they eat and in some twisted way it's like I'm a part of a family again.