It was called a storage area, but in reality, there were no actual warehouses. Instead, freshly cut logs were simply stacked together, forming towering mounds.
The original ground was completely covered with scattered bark and all sorts of debris. Stepping on it felt strangely soft and uneven, rising and falling with every step. Every so often, there was a crisp CRACK, as if something had snapped.
Lloyd took only a few steps before feeling like he was standing on a pool of dark flesh and blood.
The air was filled with a certain indescribable smell, like the stench of rot.
There wasn't a soul in sight, only the incessant noise of saws cutting wood drifting from a distance.
Lloyd moved cautiously between the piles of logs, his mind racing.
'To think that after going in circles, the problem would still be here at the lumber mill.'
'And it's so well-hidden. If not for the system panel's notification, I never would have noticed it.'
