"...save... save me..."
Curled up in a dark corner, the frail figure trembled, emitting a vague and indistinct murmur.
How many days had passed since leaving the refuge, he didn't know. His body was completely devoid of any strength, feeling as though he were dead... or more accurately, he was perhaps close to dying. The water he carried was all gone, and his throat, his tongue, it felt like every breath he took was searing pain. Though he still had emergency rations, he couldn't swallow any of it.
His body could no longer move, sometimes unclear whether he was awake or dreaming, with only the terrifying voices of those "creatures" echoing in his ears. He had thought about escaping this place, but on the way to the station master's office, he had twisted his ankle while trying to evade those creatures. To be honest, it was already lucky that he made it here alive.
