Why?
Why was it like this? It made so much sense with the deer monsters, why am I here, and why am I alone?
There was so much trash, like in a garbage depot, hills of waste.
This cave was in the middle, a sole rocky hill amidst the landscape.
I took off my backpack, as well as the bodycam, which wasn't that easy, all alone. When I finally managed, I stuffed the bodycam in my backpack. If recording worked here, I wouldn't want them to see me conjure things up.
When finished, I put my backpack on and slid down the stony hill. When I landed on the garbage, I took a closer look. Most of all, it was plastic, synthetic fabrics, all the things that were unable to turn into soil.
I bent down and looked at a few plastic bottles. They had labels on them, but none of them were readable because they were exposed to the non-existent sun or whatever. I could not even make out if the labels were printed in our alphabet or in some alien language.