Humans are really extremely tolerant creatures.
On the second day, everyone got used to life in the candidates' rest area.
Although this is not a town, it is much better than a hunter's cabin.
You have food to eat, you have sleep, you wont die when you go out, and there wont be two chickens chasing you to remind you to wind up.
There is a room opposite the rest area, three stories high, with a heavy plastic curtain. The plastic was yellowed and had long since become opaque, leaving only a faint circle of incandescent light.
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