After all, there is no one left...

Twenty sixth of October. I woke up again. I wanted to smile at this, since I left the previous cycle with, one might say, delight, the awareness of my victory over this world. But I didn’t succeed. I felt something inside me. It was like a little worm burrowed deep into my heart. And this little worm grew with every second. Anxiety was growing. As usual, I got out of bed, made it, and washed my face with cold water, but it didn’t help. Anxiety was eating me up from the inside. For some reason, I was afraid that there really was a worm inside me that wanted to break out. But I tried not to think about it, blaming it all on the consequences of everyday nightmares. Perhaps they were the most terrible test for me. During the day I could think and control the situation, but at night I was completely at the mercy of this world. I made myself the same breakfast I made myself last time: scrambled eggs with herbs and bacon. I did it unconsciously, almost mechanically. It scared me. It was as if something was controlling me. I returned to thoughts about the worm. But I had no time to waste. I had to get out of this damn house before evening. Therefore, without even washing the dishes, I went to the dressing room and took the necessary clothes, then went to the kitchen and took out from the closets everything that would not spoil for at least a week. I took all this into the living room and put it on the floor. I decided not to take too many things, since perishable products could be bought at the store, and in my future home there would be a lot of things. I put all my things in my backpack and, putting on my headphones, went out into the yard. I wanted to take my car, I glanced at where it was supposed to be. But she was not there. I remembered that the previous times, except for the first one, she was not there either. I frowned, but since the backpack was not heavy, I walked to the police station. I got there quickly. Half an hour later, I, loaded with various types of weapons, went out to the parking lot. Since I decided that I was going to stay here, I needed a good, fast car. I stopped next to a massive dark blue van and realized that this was exactly what I needed. I opened the car and put my things in the back, and I sat in the cab and inserted the key into the ignition. If moving to a neighboring house did not cause me any negativity, then traveling to another city seriously angered me. Why should I hide? But, remembering the giant, I calmed down. The road was long, it took more than an hour. And then he circled around the city itself for half an hour, choosing a house for himself. My main criterion was the presence of a supermarket nearby. I found such a house, even six. They were all the same type, so I chose the one that was closer to the road. Still, I was unhappy with my choice. My previous house was two-story, had a fence and several mighty oak trees on the site. And this one was gray, gloomy, repulsive. But there was nothing to do. It was, of course, but I decided to be content with what I had, so I went into the house, hoping that it would be nicer inside. And so it turned out. No match for my house, but still nothing. Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and living room. In general, everything I needed. It was already lunchtime, so I postponed sorting out my things until later, focusing on my physical needs. Since I planned to stay here for a while, and there was no threat of a power outage yet, I decided to prepare myself some food for a few days. Stuffed potatoes baked in the oven seemed ideal to me. As a child, my mother often prepared this dish for us. The flashing thought gave rise to a wave of memories. About my brother, about my unhappy mother, about my missing father… Stop. So, am I missing too? I realized that this was some kind of curse and that it was possible that my father was also in this world. I wanted to find him. But I decided to leave it until the next cycle. Meanwhile, I had already peeled and baked the potatoes, chopped the onions and bacon, grated the cheese and fried the meat. To take my mind off things, I sped up the cooking, working harder with my hands. Just ten minutes later, already stuffed potatoes stood in front of me in an even row. I put the pan in the oven and, noting the time, returned to the hallway. My backpack was there. I immediately took the products to the kitchen. I barely shoved them into the cabinets, since they were already filled to the brim with all sorts of food, which couldn’t help but make me happy. The wardrobe with clothes was in the bedroom. For now, I left the things hanging there and hung up my own. In the living room I found another closet. Fortunately, it turned out to be almost empty and was ideal for storing weapons. The oven timer clicked. I immediately went to the kitchen and opened it, inhaling the aroma of potatoes. I hadn’t eaten for seven hours, so I had lunch quickly, but had time to evaluate the quality of the food. I still knew how to cook. Until the evening I looked around the house. There were a lot of useful things there. Apparently the former owner was male and lived alone. It was six o’clock in the evening. The anxiety, which had subsided during the day, reappeared. I spent fifteen minutes waiting, but did not see any monster. I relaxed. My plan worked. I worked out, had dinner, took a shower and went to bed, looking forward to tomorrow.