A dear friend used this account to make a difference. Now it’s my turn. (written by @razorfloss and @DaveyPeppers)
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So I've started compiling everything for posterity. If you want to see how far we've come, here's the place to do it. Thanks for being a part of my story.
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I think I’m going to take a break from being TSV for now. I’m not great at it, am I? I did my best, but I wouldn’t consider myself an all-star at it. Right now I’m just gonna be Nat. And take care of this sweet little artist drawing at my feet as I type this.
Maybe one day I’ll be good enough at being me that I can try being TSV again. When nobody’s going to get shot because I’m exhausted or sick or panicking.
I’m scared. I didn’t…an innocent person. An innocent person died, and I had to see it, and Theseus had to see it.
“We’re sorry for robbing him of a chance for honesty, but…things never work out so smoothly, do they?”
“If it’s any consolation, killing the medic was the only true course of action. The boy would have ended up dead. He said he would tell you when things were safe.”
“In exchange for finding a fall guy for him so full of the water he wouldn’t remember what had happened, Tucker would keep us aware of where you two end up.”
Another one. “See, one of our inside men found out about the good doctor’s plan and alerted Tucker.”
New text. “Hello Natalie. We’ll save you the trouble of trying to remember Tucker’s passcode. It’s Lucid.”
We have a problem. Tucker’s asleep, and his phone buzzed. I saw this message from an unknown number: “Send over your coordinates so we can check up on you and Natalie if need be and our deal will be complete.”
For those curious, the house we found is kind of like a small farm house, miles away from anything else. It’s a good place to be free from strobes, and the harvested seem to pop up much more often in cold spots so I’m feeling good about this. As good as I can at least.
Been setting everything up in the new place, and I found Theseus’ sketch page from when he was getting questioned while I was out being all sick and feverish. Just kinda cool to see how he conceptualizes the questions he was asked.
Tucker, the beautiful genius that he is, nabbed one of the grow lights and a few seed bags on our way out. Gotta find a power source, but we’re going to be okay.
It’s going to be hard adjusting to exclusively canned crap again. I shouldn’t have held off on Samier’s food for as long as I did. I wonder if anything bad happened to him after we left. Not that I really care, but…I don't think I'd want him dead.