Exclusion Zone Expedition; Day 37.
We penetrated deeper into the exclusion zone today and came upon the remnants of another house. Very little of the structure remains.
What are ghosts? I’ve never believed in them in the conventional sense, yet I feel surrounded by them here. This place is full of ghosts. They mill about me, eat dinner at a table that is no longer here, tell jokes, laugh, fart, fuck. They speak to me. I know that they aren’t really here, of course. But they are!
Radionuclide levels in the area are too high for a detailed exploration of the site. We must move on.
An entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. I have not done one of these in quite a while. I have been slack with this blog for a number of months now, but I’m going to try to change that.