บท 383: Chilling Screams

Erik returned his attention to the room now that the map was safely in his possession. The faint, flickering light from the fire-lit bucket danced across the worn walls, casting eerie shadows over the relics of a bygone era.

The skeletal figures remained silent, their postures implying a last stand, a futile fight against an overwhelming foe.

Erik proceeded to the remaining cabinets, their contents untouched and frozen in time. His gaze was drawn to a slew of forgotten mementos: old equipment manuals, worn-out uniforms, and several unopened ration packages.

Curiosity surged in him. That was a rare opportunity to see what the history books didn't say. He took one of the old documents and carefully unfolded the brittle paper.