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So, what's to tell? I recently completed my 4 year contract in the Army. Last base I was stationed too, Ft. Wilkins in Sunnydale, California, had some major apocalypse shit rain down and I lost a lot of buddies in the battle. I did the debriefing thing and seriously, I'm fine. As fine as you can be when you fight in an apopcalypse and survive.
I'd always planned to go back home and start school, spend some time with my family and stuff after I got out of the Army. Once the time came for me to make the flight arrangements to return home...I found myself signing up for classes at Sunnydale University. I can't go back home yet. There is a lot I'm still processing and it's not like I can do that around people who have no idea that demons and vampires exist.
I sort of wish I didn't know they exist.
I turn to my camera to express what happened here. I take pictures of the cemetaries, the people in town, and even some of the demons. Maybe it will turn into a book, or maybe I'll burn it one day when I'm finally able to leave this town. For now? It's a way to keep me sane and it saves me on trips to a shrink.
I didn't go home for Christmas this year. Mom and Dad were cool with it. They've gotten used to me not making it back for the holidays over the last few years. They planned to see my sister and her family anyway. I heard that Captain Morgann was needing some people to help paint his and his new wife, Kim, house so I headed over there a few days ago to lend a hand. Captain Morgann is good people. He was the reason those of who did survive made it. His wife is pretty tough too and it's good that something good could come out of all the bad stuff.
Tonight I'm going to check out the New Year's party at Ralph's. Need to unwind and ring in the New Year. Damn sure it turns out to be a better year than this one was.
I'd always planned to go back home and start school, spend some time with my family and stuff after I got out of the Army. Once the time came for me to make the flight arrangements to return home...I found myself signing up for classes at Sunnydale University. I can't go back home yet. There is a lot I'm still processing and it's not like I can do that around people who have no idea that demons and vampires exist.
I sort of wish I didn't know they exist.
I turn to my camera to express what happened here. I take pictures of the cemetaries, the people in town, and even some of the demons. Maybe it will turn into a book, or maybe I'll burn it one day when I'm finally able to leave this town. For now? It's a way to keep me sane and it saves me on trips to a shrink.
I didn't go home for Christmas this year. Mom and Dad were cool with it. They've gotten used to me not making it back for the holidays over the last few years. They planned to see my sister and her family anyway. I heard that Captain Morgann was needing some people to help paint his and his new wife, Kim, house so I headed over there a few days ago to lend a hand. Captain Morgann is good people. He was the reason those of who did survive made it. His wife is pretty tough too and it's good that something good could come out of all the bad stuff.
Tonight I'm going to check out the New Year's party at Ralph's. Need to unwind and ring in the New Year. Damn sure it turns out to be a better year than this one was.