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After half an hour, they were already approaching the city. It was already dark outside and it started to rain.

Only a little remains of the city. Everything decayed from time and weather conditions.

Old blackened houses, with no windows with collapsed roofs. There were not many houses. There were also saloons here, where, once upon a time, people came to skip a glass of whiskey.

Moving further along the road between the houses, Jack noticed someone’s car.

“Hey, look, there’s someone’s car ahead, so we are not alone here.”

They drove up to the car, looked around and got out. It was raining lightly.

The car that was parked at the old house was not so old. It was a Ford. And judging by how dusty he was, he stood here a long time ago.

“Where are the people?” Vincent asked. – Why is the car in such a state, as if it has been here for several years.

– Let’s take a look inside? – suggested Zack, maybe we can find something about the previous owners.

Jack walked over to the car, wiped the glass and peered inside. There was no one inside; there was a diary in the passenger seat. Apparently, those who came here kept notes about their journey.

Jack pulled the handle, she did not succumb. And knocked out the glass.

Shards of glass scattered hail in the driver’s seat, he cautiously climbed through the window, not touching the fragments sticking out of the door. Reached the glove compartment, opened it and discovered the rights to the name of Tom Maers. Then he took the diary and carefully got out.

There were only three entries in the diary:

June 23, 2005. Sid, Tony, and I set off for Cryptoville in search of artifacts.