Yay, I'm back! Yeppers, this is the first chapter of the original story, Runaway but I executed this so beautifully that I had to keep it. Same direction of plot, longer chapters now that I have sort of mastered typing on a phone but the same request applies: ignore spelling mistakes.
Now, you'll notice there is a roman numeral down here, they WILL NOT be on every chapter, just diary entries so to not get confused - there's your warning.
I : August 9, 2093
My name is Marie.
I'm going to start keeping this journal, a gift from my fiance, and I'm not real sure on how to start these things. Just pour my heart out? Ha. I suppose I should at least start with why I'm keeping this journal now.
I am widely known as 'The Cure'.
For what? Well, Trog seems to to be the most popular, we've only just begun to test ghoulism and other diseases developed by the Wastes. So far, tests have proven successful, but I fear my Keepers - my adoptive mother, Jenna, and a team of reformed Slavers - are blind to what is happening around them.
The cure they worked so hard to develop - its turning people. I can't really say what into, but I know something is making people go crazy and its not the radiation. Radiation doesn't turn someone instantly feral, like a Trog or an old ghoul.
The cure is destroying their brain.
And my Keepers want to run more tests.
No, no more tests. And that leads me to where we are now, inside the folds of this journal. I've grown sick of being nothing more than a cure to these people, most of them don't even remember my name. Some of them hate my supposed purity; I've never even had to sniffles.
I've arranged for an escape, in the form of the leader of our scavenging teams: Riley Catscal.
She's agreed to take me away, to D.C. where I can be...well, free.
II : August 13, 2093
I visited Werhner's grave today, I don't really know why. Maybe I'm looking for a sign, a reason to stay. Werhner would give me plenty were he still here, he died when I was ten. Its been six years but feels like a life time ago. My adoptive mother, Midea, died a year before him. She died from old age, he was working in the Mill - helping repair some old machinery on its last leg, when a Trog ran rampant through the building.
Took the shots to the head to kill it, Werhner died first. I never even got to say goodbye.
I wonder what he'd think of my thoughts, how the Pitt has turned out. Since his death, everything has lost the personal touches. The Lab feels so cold, mechanic, where once I didn't mind going inside.
Now, they just want to use me up, get what they can, while they can.
Well, I'm done. I need to pack, I leave tomorrow night and I have things to do. I'll write again when I can...but it may be awhile.
I hope.
Okey dokey, the next chapter will be an actual chapter, not a journal entry. What do you guys think?
