Shattered glass overlaying a picture of what looks to be a happy family.
An old reading glass. Dusted, yet unbroken.
A soft bed that has seen use in time.
And, strangely, a working tablet, with a picture of a man in his late forties and two girls.
You situated yourself in this room, locking both the doors. You try to relax for quite a bit, wondering how far east you should go to see this Sam. Adrenaline brings wonders to the body, as you now only realize the pain your legs have screamed since you escaped. Excruciating, but letting you feel alive. You still wonder, however, how far east you need to travel. Will it all be worth it, would it be safe for you to stay there? What lies east, you thought.
Despite the absence of light, you can't help but notice the family picture. With what little light comes from the escaping sun and rain, you stared at the portrait of a once happy family, albeit with a broken picture frame. You wonder how it all came to this, from once a peaceful life of a beautiful family to an empty, wrecked, devoid of emotion house. What about yours? What was once a beautiful home, with such a caring mother, suddenly becomes destroyed. Sure, maybe you can come back sometime, the pieces of furniture might still be there, but so is the imagery of your mother, laughing at the sight of nothing. The green tendrils wrapping around your mother's bloody eyes will always hang onto your image of your home. But what about them?
You opened the tablet, hoping for a password of some sort, but there was none. A picture of the same family greeted you, as well as several apps. All of the social media applications, however, were not functioning. You then check on the gallery and click on the last photo. A family of four, eating in some restaurant you don't recognize. All smiling genuinely. The next photo is almost identical. You clicked on another photo of a fireworks explosion, followed by several photos of them having a great time. A small party, if you will, during what seems to be a New Year celebration. Photos of Lechon, spaghetti, fried chicken, and other foods and desserts came up next.
And then, the next are two videos, which you hesitated to click considering the only light in this room is from your tablet. You also felt that something was wrong with the video, as it took the owner of this tablet months after the last photo before taking this video. This felt personal, you thought. So you left it alone.
You clicked on his Notes and, to your surprise, showed several notes taken, all of which were dated. You clicked on one.
