The door of the wooden cabin was wide open; usually someone wouldn't trust a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere. Blocking the sunlight with his hands, Ray walked toward the door.
A narrow hallway stood before him, with jars on shelfs, each wall had six lines of jars. All of them had different organs in them, eyes; some larger ones had parts of a brain. With each step the organs changed; at first Ray could see they belonged to humans, but with each step they became more twisted.
An eye with the structure of a brain, a finger that was half human and half an insect, and the last thing on the line, a brain with half of it rotten and the other half full of blue lines.
"There is no sign of a machine..." Ray whispered to himself as he entered the room with an old man on a wheelchair waiting for him.
The old man had white hospital clothes and no hair on any part of his face. "It took one of you long enough."
