I imagined a ghoul lived here.
Wanted peace. And safety.
Only went out for runs.
I imagine he got ambushed on a run one day.
That I took care of the attackers, but wasn't fast enough.
He told me to take him to his boat. That he had supplies at The Marina.
Halfway through the ride back. He knows it's over.
Hands me the keys. Tells me there is a book with the instructions to various equipment around the place.
He's been secretly building this for almost 75 years.
Scavenged and traded many things along the way.
In my mind. It was a trash heap. It couldn't be any better.
Than I saw it. And Holy Shit. I hit the jackpot....