Seems me and my friends can’t go anywhere without some doings a-transpiring. We cannot even go to a historical Gala without some form of bandit breaking in and threatening the lives of good people.
That is better than the giant robot scorpion I was expecting, although something of an anti-climax.
I certainly seem to have settled into a good group; people who won’t panic at the first round fired. I wish I had people like Lonesome, Addy and Cobb in my squad in the army. I’d like the regulations to witness those two ‘ineffective females’. And I think we could have used Cobb as a cannon mule or cover if nothing else.
It may sound crazy, but I swear I saw our Indian Friend turn into a cat! On the other hand, I have no idea what the illness running through me is doing to my mind, so I may have imagined it. Going to have to convince that Man to stop chopping bits off the dead though, it is beginning to cause comment.
Then again who am I to argue with a man who can turn into a cat…
Money has been a little loose these past months, but some of that Agent’s payment has bought a smile to at least one friend. It was a tough move, not spending it on another ‘miracle cure’. And walking into that shop reminded me of the times I had to walk those thirty steps to my father’s desk. Of course, this time I wasn’t getting a thrashing. But it was worth the look on her face, I think she may even have been blushing a little. Been a while since I had that effect on a girl.
I am finding it hard to concentrate. Sometimes I feel like I have forgotten Charity, then I think I hear her voice on the edge of hearing and I glance around. Of course, she is not there. And then my heart lurches. I think if this had happened a month ago I would have sought to end it quicker than my god given time. “A despair so great as to be a sin. The end of hope and faith.” Those were the Turtles words. But I don’t feel that now.
I look at the coming end and I do feel sadness, because I have people in my life, that I have allowed into my life. I worry that, with certain thoughts in my head, I may be betraying my family. I also worry I may be heading to a path that is no good for anyone, but I can’t seem to help myself.
If this is my end, then I will make it a good one, with good people around me. Maybe I should stop looking for a cure that may not be there, and let that old Indian’s magic do its thing. But my family didn’t go into the dark without me there to hold them. And I don’t think, if I’m going to meet my Maker, I’ll be going lonely either…