Investigation Pending

Investigation Pending

The site was sickening. Not just to look upon, but for the land around. One could tell something was wrong, that there was a miasma and a cancer invading the ecosystem. Hugo was dismayed and could go no further. 

The big lug was so distraught at the sight and sickened by what we saw. The only thing anyone could do was hug him and leave him to set up camp. He turned back to do so away where he wouldn’t have to be confronted by everything. Tears streaked his face as he went and he was trembling. Hugo was always the one most open to his emotions of the team, so it was no surprise that this early on he was overwhelmed by what he saw.

Everyone else set about detailing the extent of the site. Juna went west. The others had to trudge through to find the other sides. If there was any to be found. We were to report back to camp by nightfall. 

I set out with Wilmer, intent on finding the lake. We had come up from the southwest, following the old roads. So we hadn’t yet found what remained of our destination. It was meant to be set upon the shore of a vast lake. The cliffs surrounding it a chalky white. The city cut into them. But the trees had hidden any sight of them.

The sun and Wilmer’s nose were to be my guide. Their dedication was unerring, unlike my own.


Today’s art is courtesy of Un Lee from Seoul, South Korea.

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