I stayed up all night. Again. I didn't sleep for days and I can it is starting to affect me. I might get a little bit crazy when I don't sleep for a long time. That's not important. Anyway. When sun appeared from afar I was filled with renewed determination. The road—it's got to lead to something, someone. A village, maybe even people who know a way out of this twisted place. The strange day and night cycle was still gnawing at the back of my mind, but the road was a sign of civilization, my escape from this horrible loneliness and I clung to that hope. I had to.
I spent the entire day following the path. It twisted through forests, over rocky terrain, and past more of those unsettling empty fields. The further I walked, the more hopeful I became—there had to be people at the end of this. It felt so close, like I was finally on the verge of escaping this nightmare. Then, just before sunset, I saw it: a village in the distance! I couldn't make out the details, but there were huts—primitive-looking structures, not that impresive for a genious scientist such as myself, but enough to make my heart leap with excitement. Without thinking, I ran. The closer I got, the more I could make out shapes moving between the huts, humanoid figures.But as I neared, I realized something was terribly, terribly wrong.
They weren't people.
They were creatures. Pig-like, but walking upright. Pigmen as I decided to call them. Their skin was rough, pinkish-grey, and their eyes—small, beady, and animalistic—glowed faintly in the dim light of dusk. One of them noticed me first. It grunted loudly, and the others turned their heads in unison, staring at me. They just stoped whatever they were doing and just... stared at me. I froze. They froze. And suddenly panic surged through me, and I ran before they could get any closer. I didn't stop until I was far, far from the village. My heart was pounding, my legs felt like jelly, and my mind... it's slipping. I feel different now—my thoughts are clouded, and strange whispers flit through my mind. I need to collect my thoughts... If I even have any...
The Pigmen are the only sign of life I've found, and they aren't human. Whatever hope I had left for finding people, for finding help—it shattered in that moment. Plus my sanity is fraying. I can feel it, like a loose thread being pulled from a fabric. I mean yeah I wasn't the most sane person from the start but... It is worse than normal. The world feels less real by the second, as though it's unraveling right before my eyes. And If i even can't trust what i see... Maybe it is not that bad. I mean it is bad but not that bad... Unknown... Isn't it charming?
Ok. I am totaly gone. I am a gentleman scientist. A genius! I can get through this stuation. I can't let it consume me. I must stay focused. Tomorrow, I'll have to rebuild my fire, gather more food, and try to find a way to keep my mind together. I can't afford to lose my grip on reality in a place like this.
But what if there's nothing left here that's real?