Talking Through Time

Chapter 33.

 The door opened. Adam looked in and saw a room. It was just a simple room. About five feet long and five feet wide. There was a table and two chairs, both made out of stone, in the middle of the room. A wooden cupboard was in the left corner of the room. A sort of kitchen area was off to the right hand side. It was barren and empty, as was the rest of the room. There was no other rooms in the building. It was very sterile, almost clinically so.

  "This place looks..unlived in" Said Adam, as he walked to the table, "People seem to live here but there doesn't seem to be any mark. No sense of personality or, what's the word, homeliness" He touched the table. It was cold. He noticed the furniture had been made. But it wasn't hand made at all. It was too cleanly cut, too smooth, for it to be hand made.

  "Do they have machinery down here?" Adam mused, as he sat on the chair nearest the cupboard. Where would they get the machinery.? That was a major question right now.

  Suddenly he realised he was inside someone's home. It may not have been lived in, or may not seem that way anyway, but it was still someone's home. He quickly stood up and headed for the door. He stopped. He heard noise outside. People. They were entering the village. They seemed to be coming back from somewhere. Adam looked around, he had to hide somewhere. He looked at the cupboard and ran to it. He opened the door. It was empty, besides a machete. He heard the door start to open and he jumped into the cupboard.

  He sighed. He was safe, for now anyway. He peeked through a hole in the cupboard. What he saw surprised him even more than the house.