Post by izzymuse on Jul 31, 2008 17:24:30 GMT -5
July 31th, 2008: Escape and the Wild: The events of 2000-2002
Free.
The word felt so good to say. 3 years in a government sanctioned research facility was like being condemned to hell. But I was gone. No more hell, and I couldn't have been happier. The first thing I did was Use the money I had in my bank account for college to buy the best camping and hunting gear I could afford. No way could I go back home. That's where they picked me up the last time.
No I had to get the hell out of dodge. So I headed for the only logical place. The woods.
I was living the life. Making Sure I had food was easy there were plenty of rabbits and deer. Plus I was close enough to the town at the time that I could use public restrooms and truckstop showers.
This life continued on for about two years, two really dull years. Then, when I was about 20 turning 21, I decided that I needed to move on and find a permanent place to settle down that would involve shelter of a more sturdy type than a ratty tent in the middle of the woods.
So I packed up and shipped out heading north towards Wisconsin. My original thought was that I could cross the border and get a job and eventually settle down fully in Canada with a real home and a steady job. Then apply to a college and go back to school so that I could have a real life. Like what I had before the infection.
But it seems fate is an odd mistress, because a few weeks later I stumbled upon an abandoned building. Deciding to make camp there for the night because of the impending storm, I worked my way through the bowels of the building to the basement. It was pitch black in the basement. So I grabbed some sticks and tore a piece of my shirt throwing on a little oil I had managed to swipe from a supermarket a few miles back, and lit it on fire with a match I produced from a box in my pack. Using the makeshift torch he walked carefully through the basement working my way around until I came to a set of large metal doors remeniscent of an old-style cellar. Carefully I set my pack down to give myself a free hand and pried open the large metal doors to reveal a bleak gray cement hallway.
I stared down the hallway as best I could in the low light of my torch. The hallway went on for quite awhile it looked like, so I started walking. In retrospect probably not a smart decision at first.
As I reached the end of the hall something hit my side hard. Hitting the ground hard I wheeled around to see what hit me but it disappeared into the black.
I didn't know what it was but it left some nasty cuts across my back. And It didn't belong here that much was certain. Living with animals long enough you knew when they were scared. I thought nothing of it. But I fear... I fear that whatever gave me my scars was more than a frightened animal... And I think it's returned...
~Sebastion Dame
|c| Izzy Muse 2008 All rights reserved
Free.
The word felt so good to say. 3 years in a government sanctioned research facility was like being condemned to hell. But I was gone. No more hell, and I couldn't have been happier. The first thing I did was Use the money I had in my bank account for college to buy the best camping and hunting gear I could afford. No way could I go back home. That's where they picked me up the last time.
No I had to get the hell out of dodge. So I headed for the only logical place. The woods.
I was living the life. Making Sure I had food was easy there were plenty of rabbits and deer. Plus I was close enough to the town at the time that I could use public restrooms and truckstop showers.
This life continued on for about two years, two really dull years. Then, when I was about 20 turning 21, I decided that I needed to move on and find a permanent place to settle down that would involve shelter of a more sturdy type than a ratty tent in the middle of the woods.
So I packed up and shipped out heading north towards Wisconsin. My original thought was that I could cross the border and get a job and eventually settle down fully in Canada with a real home and a steady job. Then apply to a college and go back to school so that I could have a real life. Like what I had before the infection.
But it seems fate is an odd mistress, because a few weeks later I stumbled upon an abandoned building. Deciding to make camp there for the night because of the impending storm, I worked my way through the bowels of the building to the basement. It was pitch black in the basement. So I grabbed some sticks and tore a piece of my shirt throwing on a little oil I had managed to swipe from a supermarket a few miles back, and lit it on fire with a match I produced from a box in my pack. Using the makeshift torch he walked carefully through the basement working my way around until I came to a set of large metal doors remeniscent of an old-style cellar. Carefully I set my pack down to give myself a free hand and pried open the large metal doors to reveal a bleak gray cement hallway.
I stared down the hallway as best I could in the low light of my torch. The hallway went on for quite awhile it looked like, so I started walking. In retrospect probably not a smart decision at first.
As I reached the end of the hall something hit my side hard. Hitting the ground hard I wheeled around to see what hit me but it disappeared into the black.
I didn't know what it was but it left some nasty cuts across my back. And It didn't belong here that much was certain. Living with animals long enough you knew when they were scared. I thought nothing of it. But I fear... I fear that whatever gave me my scars was more than a frightened animal... And I think it's returned...
~Sebastion Dame
|c| Izzy Muse 2008 All rights reserved