Friday, November 25, 2011

No luck

There's no sign of the Underground here, so I'm on my own. Again.

But on the flip side, I've got a lovely few of the sun rise over the harbor. I've always liked the smell of salt water and nautical grease. I know I can't let my guard down, ever, but this place, it just makes me want to relax and forget everything. Maybe I can, maybe I can go back to being who I used to be, have a social life past a network of contacts, maybe start dating again.

I miss her so much.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Safe harbor

Literally, I'm in a harbor. I checked, well, limped around the harbor looking for anyplace to stay. Found myself at some rusty old two story place with a sign out front, dialed the owner and bam, here I am staying at the cozy price of a $100 a month.

The roof leaks, the windows aren't sealed properly, but no one knows I'm here. Yet. I guess today I'll go out and check for anything relating to the Underground. Hope they're here. I'd hate to fly blind right into a nest of them when I'm wounded like this.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

On the move

I can't stay much longer even though I really should't be doing this. I'm heading a few towns over, I don't know if there's an underground station there, but I'll know what to look for. I won't be able to get any updates while I'm setting up, here's hoping nothing goes wrong with all of it.

Friday, November 4, 2011

All patched up

Sort of. At least my insides won't fall out now and I'm not running the risk of dying from an infection or blood loss. I was running a pretty high fever for a day or two, normal, or so the clinic doc told me. So now I'm confined to a narrow cot with only this laptop for company.

Had another nightmare, a nightmare about it. It was like the first time, me alone in the woods, jumping at shadows, I was convinced I stood a chance. And then I was back here, on this cot. I tried to get out of it, but I couldn't, I was pinned, except nothing was there. And then, it came. I felt it is more like it, it started with a dull ache, then grew until I felt like my skull was going to split. One moment there was empty space, and then, it was there standing at the foot of my cot, it bent towards my face, it's own face, featureless as it was, splitting open at it's mouth, strings of flesh stretching and tearing as an endless black void opened wide and got closer.

And then I woke up. It was mid afternoon, light filtering through the blinds. I know injuries like that can take a lot out of you, but I checked my watch. I'd been out for 48 hours solid. Who the hell knows.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Never go down a dark alley

Especially alone. Especially in this city. Got jumped this morning- not by one of them, but by some punk gangbangers. They roughed me up pretty good, had a rib poking through my side when they got done. The whole thing was just to score some quick cash, quick cash I didn't have. It's a rule, never bring cash outside the safe house unless you're on your way to buy something.

So I got a swift kick to my side for my trouble and my wallet dumped on my head. Bastards left me to bleed out in that alley. But I didn't, crawled my ass out of there, half a mile on my hands and knees, back to the apartment. I did what I could, but I'm hurt, hurt bad. That rib is still sticking out there and I've gone through a couple bandages trying to keep most of my blood inside me.

Come to think of it, why in the hell am I typing this? I need to call a clinic, risky, but I can't move, and I'm going to bleed out on my couch if I don't get some help soon.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Chance encounter

I ran into one of them yesterday. Blind luck. The whole night I'd had the feeling of someone following, on that hunch I turned down some random alley and hid behind one of those big garbage bins. And here comes my tail, mumbling to himself and blindly stumbling past me. I groped around in the dark for anything useful  and settled on a nice big chunk of asphalt. And that guy just kept stumbling down the alleyway, mumbling some crazy shit I couldn't make heads or tails of.

It was really simple to get close to him, even simpler to bring that chunk down on his head, and down he went without a sound. I beat his skull in just to be sure. For the fallen, my brain told me. For revenge, my heart said. Either way it felt...good.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Nightmares

I had a pretty bad one last night. It was like being trapped in one of those action movie you can't stop watching, that's all I did, watch. I was in the safe house with everyone, they were all prepared for something, armed to the teeth with blades and guns, mostly pistols, but one guy was packing something automatic. Got to give my dream logic credit for that. And that something came for them, an invisible something. One of the underground went to the floor in an impressive spray of blood, and everyone ignored them. I tried to scream, I tried to warn to them, but they all remained oblivious watching one door. One by one they went down in increasingly brutal ways, ignoring their own pain and deaths. Hell, one gal even got her jaw ripped off and her arm bent in a way it wasn't supposed to go before she sank to the floor in a puddle of blood.

And then the door blew open, and there it was. I felt that blinding pain in my skull, like my mind was trying to turn itself inside out and I woke up covered in ice cold sweat. I hate those nightmares, but it's a fact of life for me.