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.

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.

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.

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.