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[Aldrid]

(( you find a grubby journal, covered in muck, gore and blood. in some places appear to be tear stains, soaking through the pages. The paper is yellowed from exposure to the elements. The name inscribed into the cover seems to be worn out, opening the book you find:))


My name is Aldrid and this is my journal. If you're reading this, then you too are a survivor, and I am probably long gone. the entries of these journals are in no particular order. I hope this journal is useful to you, whether it just be something to entertain yourself, or a piece of knowledge passed on. If you're reading this, and you were lucky enough to find a better future, then I am glad for you. No one should have to experience this modern hell, so may this be a reminder to the few and the strong what our limits might be. Let this be a reminder, that we are only human, and should only be so. There is a reason you know, that we never forgot the tale of Icarus, so let us not forget now, lest the past repeat itself.
~Aldrid Constantine Karin.
Born, 11/25/1998

Entry 1: I'm sitting by a campfire, with the most amazing woman anyone could ever hope to find. Her name is Genevieve Locklie, and I wear her ring. She's a bit older than I am, but that isnt an issue for us.
It's kind of interesting, the way we met, she was anticipating death, after being bitten and I was running from "Them."
I stumbled across her jeep, and she saved me from myself. Details can come another time. But now, I cant get her out of my head! her eyes, are so beautiful, both being of different colors, and she moved with a strangity to it, or at least in my eyes, she seemed graceful... She survived her bite, and we had shared a very intimate moment. It was, and I can honestly say this, the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced, so.... Primal, so right! the way our bodies were entwined together, her lips against mine, my body against hers, I felt so alive. I understand now, how beautiful it really is

Entry 2: I had that nightmare again, replaying the death of Gwen... I was walking up to the front door, I had just found her favorite book in time for her birthday. I was so excited! But, she was dead. Her body was mutilated, her whole lower half gone. Her entrails spilling out. her face was swollen from being choked, her arm was bent in some grotesque way.
she was hanging right outside the front door, a rope around her neck, and the neighbors refused to lift a finger to help her. Damn them! damn them all to fucking hell! ... no, damn me, I am the one walking the road to hell, the one to suffer.

Entry 3: I had an interesting dream last night. It was of Genevieve, though it wasnt as pleasant... or was it? I couldnt tell, all I can say was that it was interesting. I had come back from the city to find out that Genevieve was gone. I panicked and looked about to find Percival, who had lead me to her. She was in a cave and she looked at me and smiled. In her arms was an infant, the child was mine. I didnt know if I was happy or not, but I know I was scared and confused.
looking at the child had unnerved me more than anything. It was young, pure... Innocent. And it had to live in such a perverted, dank world with monsters that, not just lived under the bed, but roamed the street, every moment of the day. I looked at that child, and thought of what it was going to see, or possibly become, and it broke my heart.

Entry 4: Im now in the city, and some interesting events have been taking place. I faught "them all day, from the moment i woke up to the time of my rescue. my rescuer's name is Vasilla, she's an interesting girl, who is alone in the world. She isnt human though, but she is still beautiful as I tell her. I cant help but feel a fondness towards her, a kind of need to protect. She reminds me of the relationship I had with Gwen. Gwen... (tears dot the page here) I'm sorry.

Entry 5: I dont know what it is about Vasilla, but she doesnt seem to be able to function well at night. Her body feels cold against mine, almost corpse like, and it looks like she stops breathing, which worries me sometimes. It looks almost like she enters a type of hibernation. Is it from a lack of sleep? a lack of food? I dont know, maybe I'll ask her about in the morning if I remember.

Entry 6: the days grow longer, dragging forward, it seems. It's been two days since I've left Genevieve, and things have been... eventful. Vasilla told me about a boy living on his own, and he's still a child! We've decided to go rescue him, though Vasilla thinks he'll only see her as a monster. She's been feeding him though, which is good. I stumbled across a useful item, the other day. It's a machete. I cant wait to get back to camp, I am to take the boy with me, though I cant help but feel sorrow for Vasilla. when I leave, and the boy too, she'll have no one. Maybe she can come with us? no, Percival would not permit her to stay. Maybe if we moved somewhere between here and the city...? well for me its only a days travel on foot, but its getting through the city... nevermind, this will be something I figure out later, but I cant leave her alone. Not like what I did with Gwen.

Entry 7: we managed to safely rescue the boy. I'm in rough shape, but I'll survive. I'm worried about Vasilla though, she seems to be lacking in food. I think its time for another feeding. I could lend her mine, but I need my strength, and she'd just turn me away. So, seeing as im still writing this, I'm immune to vampire and zombie infection, though I dont know what it is that keeps me immune. I miss Genevieve, though I'll probably be back with her in a couple days. I dont know if taking Theo, (thats what the boy's name is) with me is a good idea. He'd be safer with Vasilla, until she gets hungry. But what will she do for food once im gone? I havent encountered any other humans so far... She must have something set aside.

Entry 8: I have supplies for Genevieve and myself. I've even prepared a vehicle to transport it in. I left it a block from the "safe house" as I call it. Its an ambulance. Its a bit damaged, but besides a couple of dents and scratches, its in good repair. It should service me until I reach home. I am unsure as to what the boy's fate should be, but I would think Vasilla will care for him. Though she will be passing him off to me, I can see her doubts of raising him. But she is better suited to take him than I am. she has a safe house, food water, clothing. what do I have? a duffle bag filled with goodies, that would only sustain two people, a wolf... thing, and a lean to. hardly a place for a child.

Entry 9: I miss Genevieve, again. I miss the feel of her soft skin on mine, her hair cascading about her. how the light dances off her eyes and her infectious smile that makes my heart skip a beat. I cant help but fidget with the ring she gave me, a token of love. I cant live without her, nor do I plan to. If something is to happen to her...
I dreamed of her and what life would of been like in the "normal" world, as if none of this had happened. And it saddened me. I could never be by her side in a world like that, and as morbid as it may be, I am happy that things turned out the way they did. I know how selfish it sounds, but I wouldnt change anything. Genevieve, if its you who's reading this, then I want you to know I love you... you have captured my heart, and it will always belong to you.

Entry 10: We decided to stop and rest for a bit, Theo and I. We are just outside the city limits, in an Ambulance. I always wondered what it would be like to be an EMT. Wearing this jacket, sitting behind its wheel, I realize now... It would fucking suck! To watch people die every day, just inches away from me, or havingto fight the clock, getting to a hospital before the dumbass who got hurt in the first place bled out. I dont know, I'm just glad to be out of that god-forsaken cess pool. Vasilla stayed behind, though I think it was for the best. Something doesnt feel right though, the air is calm, but it feels like... The animals, they're too silent. "They" must be near, those monsters we created out of our own hell.

Entry 11: It was kind of funny, the things you remember when you're alone. Today it was a memory of a friend I had. She was a good friend, we hung out a lot, played games together, told each other stories.... Until she found out I wasn't religious. She had told me my "soul was in need of saving" and that "She believe in right and wrong, so why cant I?" this had really upset me. Sure, I dont believe in any religion, but that doesnt make me a bad person. I had asked her to prove their is a god, and her answer was, "read the bible, all the proof you need." My first reaction? "Fuck the bible." Jeeze, who the hell was she to judge me? If there is one thing I don't like to get in to with people, its the debate of religion. Sure, its good to have a faith, I understand and respect that, but dont be pushing it on me. I dont have an issue with your belief, so why must you have a problem with mine? I tried to talk to her about this, having respect for another, but she didnt want to listen. We werent friends after that point. I wonder though, sometimes, if she had survived to see what the world has come to, and if her religion saved her. If there is a God, why would he do this to his own people? It was ironic. what set off this memory, was encountering a priest who had gotten bit. Of course I killed it with the utmost enthusiastic flourish. If you're reading this, then I hope your god, deity, or otherwise holy, unholy or neutral being spares you the same fate that most of us today are living.

Entry 12: I don't know how much longer I can survive... I honestly don't know. I keep seeing her face in my sleep, it plagues me day and night, through every waking hour and long into sleep. I'm not getting any rest and it's all I can do to keep myself from committing suicide. Am I going insane? Why would it be happening now? I do not know why, but I have to put my mind at rest. Gwen, I'm sorry, I never thought something like that would happen. If only I was there then maybe I could of ... no that's wishful thinking. If I was there, I'd surely be a mangled corpse myself. I don't want to tell Genevieve about the nightmares, there's no sense in her worrying needlessly over me. I can handle myself, regardless of the lack of sleep. I seem to be okay if I take short naps here or there. I know it isn't the best way to live, if it's anyway to live at all, but it's all I have at the moment.

Entry 13: The ring she wears, it's a burden. She's afraid to cast it aside though, too tied down by the past. I don't know if she'll be ever able to throw her ring away, but until she does, I'll continue to wear this one. A symbol that I am here to help her, to bear her burdens with her. It is a constant reminder to me that I'm her "guardian" of sorts... I hope... I don't know what I hope for. Does hoping for something show signs of regret? Or is it just wishful thinking? what is hope, what does it mean? I know one cannot exist without it. All I can do is continue to live for her, and to shoulder the weight of this world, that would otherwise crush her. If she were to die, I'd kill myself, without a doubt. No... I cannot leave little Theo alone like that. If I were to lose Genevieve I'd break. If Little Theo were to die too, then without a doubt, I would cease to exist.