I think I saw someone, peaking from one of those windows.
That can’t be. It’s just my mind playing tricks on me.
Why am I talking to myself? Well, that’s what you do when everyone’s dead and you don’t want to go crazy in the vast silence. You talk to yourself, like a crazy person. That’s all so confusing, I know.
Something moved, again. At the same window or maybe the one below it. I have to check what, or who, is it. I wish it’s food! Oh, it’s been so long since I had any meat in my stomach.
There it is, peaking from the same window, waving at me! It’s small, but it’s easier to win it’s trust when it’s small.
It’s a she actually, 6 years old maybe, coming down, walking towards me now.
Oh, it’s so easy! I’ve never found food so easily, literally coming towards me!