Hide-and-Seek

"Who is that? He looks a bit familiar. Is he one of the passengers from the bus?" The Drunkard had just been saying that the streets were safer than the inside of the houses when an anomaly appeared on the road before he could even finish his sentence. He suspected that a pair of eyes was watching him from somewhere he couldn't see, observing his every move.

"Is he waving at me? The fog is too thick; I can't see his face clearly, and he shouldn't be able to see mine either. Under these circumstances, a normal person wouldn't go out of their way to greet a stranger."

People are forced to adapt. After the terrifying events that had just occurred, the Drunkard had clearly become smarter and had begun to try to put himself in others' shoes.

The silhouette of the person in the thick fog was slowly becoming clearer, and the figure seemed to be walking toward him.

"No, I need to stay away from him."

The Drunkard clearly felt the figure's speed increasing. He didn't dare to respond; he turned and ran.

"If he were human, he should be able to speak. To just wave without saying a word—thinking about it, there's definitely something wrong."

The road wasn't safe either. The Drunkard felt a sense of despair; he didn't know where to go.

"The most important thing now is to regroup with the other passengers. If I stay alone, I'll be toyed to death sooner or later." The Drunkard ran forward for a distance. He hadn't seen the bus along the way, and the further he ran, the more uneasy he felt: "It's over. I'm completely lost. The buildings around here all look the same, and that bus was my only point of reference."

In the thick