Driving from location to location seems to have now become standard fare; not that I mind much. Driving is very relaxing to me, and it's become almost as much of a home as my actual home. The coordinates, much like before, took me quite far away from civilization.
During the entire ride I couldn't stop thinking of what the purpose of this could be. What is their intention? If it was to harm me, they would have attempted it last time. If it was to help, then they could definitely find a better way of communicating rather than this vague nonsense currently used.
My GPS alerted me that the destination was close, and just like before, we have to get off the road and drive down a dirt path. As usual I brought along my gun as one can never be too safe when doing stupid things such as this, I wonder if I do risky things just for the sake of it.
The old path clearly hadn't been trodden in quite some time, and one would have a little difficulty staying on track at points. Many leaves littered the ground initially, gradually less and less plentiful as the trail continued. Anyone who reached this point could smell something awful, a very distinctive scent, something that reeked of decay. I have a strong stomach, but despite that my head still felt lightheaded at moments like this. The route opened up for a new patch of land, and the scent disappears.
What a sight to behold, a forest of gray trees with leaves as white as snow. My mind was temporarily filled with wonder, until I came to a realization. This was not natural, this couldn't be. What is the meaning of this? It had to have been man made, and I cannot for the life of me find a reason why.
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