While I wouldn't claim to be able to deem this the area we're in right now in microcosm, it's certainly my experience with it.
We landed here a few days ago, off the back of a ten-hour flight. We had to buy them based on what was free - and five tickets bought on the desk was a big ask. Unfortunately, all they had to spare were five business class seats. Roland seemed to have enough to cover it, but I guessed that we don't really spend too much, so maybe he just has enough in the way of savings.
Except when we got here, he replaced all our phones with ones that'll work here. And the weapons we had to leave behind. And a laptop, because we could stand to keep up with any other runners while we're out here.
And then he bought a car.
I know that Rachel's just as confused as I am, but the others are kinda taking it in stride. I guess I'm going to have to have a word with Roland one of these days.
In the meantime, aside from the fact that we've finally found somewhere with Wi-Fi - a restaurant we're sitting outside - the main reason I've not updated is that, to be honest, we're still mired in a sick, delirious sorrow over the deaths of Steve and Lianne. There's not a night where I don't lie awake, replaying that awful moment where her laboured breathing ceased, or that empty hallway where Steve should have been. Or the corpse of the doctor, barely recognisable. Or the staring eye of the proxy, his skull broken open like glass, his mask moving just enough for his face to slip into view, just an inch or so too much.
Or the others who never saw the end of this nightmare.
It's been almost two weeks since the last post, over two weeks since Lianne. It's still too much.
I don't know when it's going to stop hurting. Or if at all.
More news of the new scenery to come.
Except when we got here, he replaced all our phones with ones that'll work here. And the weapons we had to leave behind. And a laptop, because we could stand to keep up with any other runners while we're out here.
And then he bought a car.
I know that Rachel's just as confused as I am, but the others are kinda taking it in stride. I guess I'm going to have to have a word with Roland one of these days.
In the meantime, aside from the fact that we've finally found somewhere with Wi-Fi - a restaurant we're sitting outside - the main reason I've not updated is that, to be honest, we're still mired in a sick, delirious sorrow over the deaths of Steve and Lianne. There's not a night where I don't lie awake, replaying that awful moment where her laboured breathing ceased, or that empty hallway where Steve should have been. Or the corpse of the doctor, barely recognisable. Or the staring eye of the proxy, his skull broken open like glass, his mask moving just enough for his face to slip into view, just an inch or so too much.
Or the others who never saw the end of this nightmare.
It's been almost two weeks since the last post, over two weeks since Lianne. It's still too much.
I don't know when it's going to stop hurting. Or if at all.
More news of the new scenery to come.
Welcome to the US. I hope things go better for you all here.
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