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MidReal Story
The Primitive Series
Scenario:Men travel alone at jungle and saw a lot of wood house that show for sell but its at midle of nowhere no sign of life . And he enter one of the wood house , went he rest all his stuff just gone the next day noe he naked without anything but he fell and saw n new things . He saw a village with people just 5 poeple and all naked .
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Alex
He is a traveler who bought a mysterious wooden house in the middle of nowhere. He is curious,brave,and determined. Alex discovered the house had no signs of life or occupation,which raised his suspicions. The next day,he found himself naked and trapped in the house. Alex later encountered a group of people,including a woman named Lily,who helped him understand the strange world he was in.
Gabe
He is a resident of the village with a friendly demeanor. He is helpful,witty,and observant. Gabe introduced himself to Alex and offered assistance in settling into their way of life. He provided information about food sources and social norms in the village. Gabe also warned Alex about potential dangers outside their village and reassured him through humorous comments.
Lily
She is a resident of a nearby village. She is friendly,openminded,and curious. Lily encountered Alex after he stumbled into their village naked and confused. She explained to him that the world had changed due to an unknown event,and people now lived in primitive conditions. She offered to help Alex adapt to this new world and showed him around the village.
I was traveling alone for a long time and I saw a lot of wood houses that were for sell.
At first, I didn’t pay much attention to them because they were at the middle of nowhere.
I mean, who would buy a house in the middle of nowhere?
But my curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to take a peek inside one of them.
As I went inside, I didn’t see any signs of life or occupation.
It was as if someone just left the house without taking anything with them.
I took some pictures with my phone and wrote down the number of the real estate agent so I could call him later.
The next day, I came back to look at the house again.
As I entered the house, everything disappeared, including my clothes, phone, and wallet.
I was left standing naked in the middle of the living room.
I tried to open the door but it was locked from the outside.
I spent the whole day trying to find a way out of that house.
I searched every single room and corner but I found nothing.
Not even a single piece of cloth or paper to write with.
As night fell, I decided to wait until the next morning hoping that someone would come to the house.
The next morning, I waited and waited but nobody came.
After waiting for a whole day, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I tried to break the door and after a lot of effort, it finally opened.
I scan the ground around me, searching for anything I can use as a weapon.
My eyes land on a thick branch lying nearby - about as long as my arm and sturdy enough to swing.
I pick it up, gripping it tightly in my hand.
The damp earth beneath my bare feet is cool and soft as I creep across the overgrown path between the houses.
The next house looms ahead, its windows dark and empty.
My heart pounds in my chest as I approach the porch, testing each step carefully to avoid creaking the wooden boards.
I reach the door and press my ear against it, listening for any movement inside.
I press my ear against the weathered wood, straining to detect any movement inside.
The branch trembles in my sweaty grip as I tap three times, each knock echoing in the eerie silence.
Thirty seconds pass.
No response.
I knock again, louder this time.
A floorboard creaks behind the door, followed by light footsteps.
My muscles tense as I position myself to either flee or fight.
The door handle turns with a rusty groan.
I step back, raising the branch defensively as the door slowly opens inward.
A young woman with long dark hair peers out, completely naked like me.
The woman steps back, gesturing for me to enter.
I keep the branch raised, cautiously following her inside.
The room is dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the grimy windows.
The air is stale and musty, filled with the scent of decay and neglect.
The woman leads me to a corner where the floorboards are loose.
She kneels down and pries up three planks, revealing a small cavity underneath.
I watch as she rummages through the hidden space, pulling out folded fabric and what appears to be dried meat wrapped in leaves.
She hands me a simple cloth garment that looks like a tunic.
I take it hesitantly, my mind racing with questions and suspicions.
But my desperation for clothes outweighs my caution.
I slip the rough fabric over my head while keeping my eyes on the woman, who wraps herself in a similar garment.
The coarse material scratches against my skin as I adjust it.
"What is this place?" my voice comes out hoarse from disuse.
The woman doesn't respond, her focus solely on unwrapping the dried meat.
She sits cross-legged on the floor, gesturing for me to join her.
I lower myself cautiously, still gripping the branch tightly in my hand.
She tears the dried meat in half and offers me a portion.
My stomach growls at the sight of food, reminding me that I haven't eaten since being brought to this place.
As I chew the tough dried meat, movement in the darkened doorway catches my eye.
A small figure emerges from the shadows—a boy no older than twelve, also dressed in a rough tunic similar to ours.
He steps into the dim light, his bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor.
The woman doesn't seem surprised by his presence, continuing to eat as if this is a common occurrence.
The boy's gaze is fixed on me as he slowly approaches us.
He sits down cross-legged between the woman and me, his eyes never leaving mine.
The woman offers him a piece of dried meat, which he accepts without breaking eye contact with me.
"She's trustworthy; she saved me too," he whispers, glancing briefly at the woman before returning his gaze to me.
I lean forward, still gripping the branch under the tunic, and study the woman's face as she chews her last bite of meat.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and looks at me.
Her voice is low, barely audible over the distant sounds of the jungle.
"I woke up here three months ago. Just like you. Naked and confused. More people came later, all in the same state. I found this house and started collecting what I could to help them."
The boy nods in agreement.
"There are five others now. We all live in houses around here."
I swallow the last piece of dried meat, my mind racing with questions.
"How do we leave this place?"
The woman shakes her head, a mixture of sadness and resignation in her eyes.
She pulls up the sleeve of her tunic, revealing dark marks on her arms—scars that look like burns.
I lean back against the wall, studying the marks in the dim light filtering through the dirty windows.
She rolls up her sleeve further, exposing more twisted burn marks spiraling up to her shoulders.
The boy reaches out and gently touches one of the scars.
"She got those trying to walk past the tree line," he says, his voice filled with a mix of fear and awe.
"There's something there. We don't know what it is. It's like an invisible wall. When you touch it, it burns your skin."
The woman gestures for me to follow her.
She leads me to the corner of the room where sunlight filters through a gap in the wooden planks.
She points at the gap, indicating that I should look outside.
I peer through the opening, seeing dense jungle beyond the house.
The air is thick with humidity and the sounds of exotic birds and animals echo through the trees. The woman takes my hand and guides me back to the center of the room.
She drops to her knees and uses her finger to draw a crude map in the dust on the floor.
Six small squares are arranged in a rough circle, each representing a house.
Beyond the houses, she draws a thick line to signify an impassable barrier—the jungle that surrounds us like a prison.
She taps on one of the houses, then points at herself, indicating that this is where she lives.
She taps on another house and points at me, suggesting that this is where I should stay.
I nod, realizing that this place is now my reality, and the jungle's secret must be unraveled if I ever hope to leave.
She gestures for me to follow her and the boy.
They lead me to a corner of the room, where they lift up a section of the loose floorboards.
Beneath it is a small storage area filled with various items they've collected.
There are sharpened sticks, woven baskets, and thick vine ropes.
The woman picks up one of the vine ropes and demonstrates how to wrap it around exposed skin to protect against the barrier.
She hands me a coil of vine and a walking stick, then points at the map she drew earlier.
She explains that she has marked safe paths between the houses, avoiding areas where the barrier is particularly strong.
I suggest testing the barrier at different points to understand its strength better, but she shakes her head.
"We should wait until dawn. The barrier seems weaker then," she says, her voice filled with a mix of caution and determination. I nod in agreement, realizing that understanding this barrier is crucial to our survival and any hope of escape.
The woman and the boy return to their tasks, leaving me alone to contemplate our situation.
I spend the remaining daylight practicing knot techniques with the vine rope, occasionally glancing through gaps in the wooden walls to observe the jungle's edge.
The air grows thick with anticipation as night begins to fall.
I wonder if there are others like us out there, trapped in this mysterious place.
As the last light fades, I resolve to uncover the truth behind the barrier at dawn.
I wake before sunrise, the air still heavy with the night's humidity.
The woman and the boy are already outside, preparing for our journey.
We wrap our arms and legs with the protective vines, testing the knots to ensure they are secure.
The woman points to faint markings on the tree trunks—old symbols carved into the bark that we hadn't noticed before.
We follow these markings, edging along slowly and testing each step.
The boy discovers a narrow gap where the burning sensation feels weaker.
We probe it with branches, finding that the barrier doesn't react here.
We exchange a glance, realizing this could be our way out.
While testing the barrier's weak spot, I notice a peculiar pattern in the fallen leaves at my feet.
Crouching down, I brush away the wet foliage, revealing faint markings carved into a flat stone.
The woman and the boy help clear more debris, exposing a circular design with lines radiating outward.
As we scrape away mud and dirt, the image becomes clearer.
It appears to be a crude map, depicting our six houses and additional structures beyond the barrier.
The woman traces the symbols with her finger, pointing out recurring patterns that match the tree carvings.