All Along the Watchtower (HvZ-1)

      All Along The Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

So it starts.

I mark my return to blogging with the news that Truman’s campus has been struck with the spring iteration of its bi-annual plague. META NOTE: My ‘character’ for the purpose of this roleplay my first semester was bitten on the final day, and had Ian take his life before he turned. My second time through, I was turned early into the first day, and so that ‘character’ never really developed. This time through, having survived day one, I figure I should define ‘who I am’ for this game.

I came up here to Kirksville, this desolate wasteland, searching for my brother. He came up here searching for employment, hoping to take some courses… to live a fairly simple life. When I first heard about the outbreak, I was worried about him. When the outbreak reached my door, I was worried for myself. The feeling subsided soon enough though. It’s not worth it to expend the energy it takes worrying for your life… not when you could use it to run.

And run I did. Far from our home town as it became populated by those monsters. Wanting it to all be over, I headed to where I’d heard rumor tell it all started. Pure reactionary instinct has kept me alive up to this point. The body’s own refusal to surrender itself has driven my actions. Now I’m here. I’ll search for my brother, but I do not expect to find him.

Right now I’m sleeping in a stranger’s house. There are roaming packs of humans out there, scared and afraid of what their future may hold in store. Some of them seem like good people. At this point, however, I’m willing to lower my standards to be accepting of even those who aren’t good… at least they’re still people.

Today was quiet.
Tomorrow won’t be.