If you went north from here, crossing crumpled tents and abandoned firepits, you'd reach the garden patch, weeds slowly outgrowing its confines. Further on would be a rare bit of fence still standing and further north still you'd enter the dark forest.
As you went, the tree canopy would thicken although the leaves would thin into wintery needles. The river would bend sharply into view and then descend, curving peacefully, behind a thicket. You might hear birds, but you would probably dismiss the sound as mirage. If you kept on north you'd reach mushrooms growing so densely together that the ground would look to be covered with a slab of human flesh. If you gave the growth a wide berth, keeping north by counting your steps, you'd reach a disfunctional nuclear plant.
If you kept walking north, you would enter inside. And if you looked, you would see that it is empty.
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