So much has happened today, I don't where to begin (was I actually a little bored this afternoon ( Read more... )

Flirting with Jason this morning was fun, but I'm pretty sure he's not actually interested in me. (He just likes to have people look at him and want him, but...) Anyway, poor Jason came to us with nothing but the clothes on his back but, I got him all taken care of on that front. Pickings were slim, but Jason did look good in everything, so even ( Read more... )

Considering we're leaving soon, this might be unneeded, but since we're planning to play out an attack in the area, I thought it might be helpful. Most of this is based on things mentioned in either the Spencer tags in the game, Noah's journal or Noah's biography in the OCC community.

( A simple line drawing of Henry and Noah's house in Spencer )

( I looked over my last entry and wow, it seems like I wrote it months ago instead of this morning. )

All right, the family, too.

I've been thinking about why we're still here- here in the town of Spencer, not here on the planet, because why Henry and I both survived the Deluge and Fate's Handmaiden, why we found each other at all, is a set of questions I don't ever expect to have answers to. What it all comes down to is Henry's son Shawn.

( I tell Henry Spencer's story. )

Henry spent too long out yesterday and I could barely sleep last night for the nausea (let along eat anything). And what was he doing that was so important? Chasing chickens. He has set up a makeshift coop behind the white house that is two doors down from the blue one where we sleep. There's a couple of rabbit hutches there, too- ten rabbits and, ( Read more... )

So, while Henry and I are living in the same house, Henry does tend to keep his distance. I can't really blame him. He was used to living alone even before there were so few people. Not to mention, as freaky as it is for me, knowing everything Henry, it's really hard for Henry knowing that I know everything Henry. Still it means that every other ( Read more... )

So much has happen that is unexplainable since I stopped in Ohio, I'm not sure I can begin to express it. In fact, I think I understand how Henry feels about all this better than I understand how I feel. That of course is the issue anyway. Maybe if I take a deep breath and focus on Henry's point of view, I'll be able to write it down in some way ( Read more... )

I pulled the bed sheet up over Patricia Smith, the last ill resident of Lansdale Pennsylvania three days ago. I hadn't seen anyone else who could get up from bed for a couple of days, so I was sadly certain that I was alone in town. And unbelievably, still not sick. I decided that, as much fun as Lansdale has been for me, I'd better try to find ( Read more... )

The whole strange thing with Jack Breslin hasn't exactly blown over, but the fact that nearly everyone in town is now sick, has made it not in any way important. Most people here have realized that we're all going; and does it really help anything to look for a reason why or someone to blame? People are forming prayer meetings instead of the angry ( Read more... )