Chapter 3

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I raise my head to find a whole on the ceiling of the tunnel. It can't be just a whole. I know it's more than that. I try to find a ladder close. There's one on the wall. I want to know what's on the other side of this ceiling to have a whole in it.
I start to climb. It doesn't seem very high, but it takes me so long to get to the top. The light is even brighter there.  The heat and this light makes me feel better for a moment until I see what's outside. The biggest house someone could live inside of. It doesn't look like rich people live there. Or anyone at all. This used to be full of life. The house is now extremely uncomfortable to look at. I want to get a closer look, but I don't want to get caught on the property. Or on anyone's property at all. The ceiling of the house is so damaged by the time and the rain that the tiles fly away at the first gust of wind. The house looks like it's going to fall apart, but it also looks like it could do through a tornado without any scratch. The blue painted walls look like they went through so much. You can almost see the history of this house because of the shadows made by the trees surrounding the house. The paint is fading by the light of the sun and the wind. The door's red paint is as faded as the paint of the walls. I look through the windows to see if by any chance there's someone still living in that house. Nobody.
There's white sheets on half of the furniture. The other half seems still alive. Just like if someone had woken up one morning and decided to leave at that exact moment. I go back to take a look at the red door.  I like it's colour. It makes me happy, it's a happy red.
The door is ajar. I wonder why. Then I remember the plate, the food, the green eyes.

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