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Flotsam

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2157.02.02 // 03:30:17

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I regret sending the jackal away.

It’s weighed more on me as time has gone on. I’m not even sure why. Maybe I missed my only chance to do more than survive.

I have no way to bring him back.

I found a hidden patch of tubers growing in an abandoned warehouse. It was cultivated.

I considered taking them all and selling them, but I only took four to barter at Alice’s.

I don’t really know why I didn’t take them all.

Flotsam

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2157.01.30 // 22:00:17

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Last night me and Mav went to Spencer’s, near the Niyoz.

I haven’t been there before, but it’s really big.

She bought me a drink and I danced with some of the factory people. She was right—I could have turned a trick or two, easily.

I didn’t realize offworlders would go for that sort of tourism. Mav said there are even rooms in the back.

It’s very tempting, but I settled for lightening some pockets.

Last night, anyway.

Today I traded for some tubers, and we went to Alice’s. Mav showed me, you barter with Alice, and trade ingredients for a serve of dinner. I haven’t eaten so well for years. I’ll be full for days.

I was surprised by the sense of …community.

Flotsam

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2156.10.07 // 21:30:27

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The jackal came back.

He said he knew my dad, but wasn’t sure I was me. He says he came to recruit me.

Supposedly he’s setting up a resistance. My dad was a part? Apparently he was considered smart. Wish I was.

I don’t remember him. Still not sure I believe the story, but the he had neat toys, so maybe I do a little.

I asked him if there was money or food involved. He didn’t like the question, and said I should think about others.

Most of the others here would kill me for money or food.

I told him so, and he left angry.

… easy go.

I probably shouldn’t transcribe this, but it’s encrypted.

Right?

Right.

Flotsam

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10.02 // 22:01:11

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I took another walk today. The mobs are scary, but they’re also removing the bodies, so I guess that’s good.

The lady in the flat upstairs died, and her stuff is mostly gone. There were a couple hyena kids in there when I first came up, but I smelled them first and they never saw me. I found a few things in other flats, but nothing worth taking.

I don’t like hyenas.

Another flat had a crying whelp and dead parents.

I thought about putting it out of its misery, but I guess anything could happen. It won’t matter, in the end.

There were some onions there and some rotten bread. I took the onions, but left the bread.

Flotsam

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09.30 // 12:08:38

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Mav found me! That canny mutt, I knew she’d be ok. I’m always glad to see her.

I never told her, but I had a big crush on her when we first met.

She said she knew I’d been sick. I didn’t tell her about the jackal, but she didn’t ask how I survived. Said I’ve always been lucky, and a survivor.

I guess. I’ve always had help, though.

It was nice to talk with her. She wants to move in and watch out for me, but I told her no.

I’m curious to see if that jackal will come back, but I’m starting to doubt it.

Flotsam

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2156.09.27 // 14:44:18

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The jackal hasn’t been back for several days. I think I may have scared him off with my conversation. Easy come…

I left my flat today. It’s bad. It’s really bad out there. There are barricades in the street, and mobs forced people and bodies into the Bassal building, then set it on fire.

I wanted to find Mav, but I didn’t make it very far before I got nervous and came back. There’s a lot of crazy and a lot of mean wandering the streets, and roving gangs of scared. At least the power’s back in the building…

I did find two tubers and a gull-cap in a lady’s flat, upper floor. Took some salt, too. She was almost gone anyway—didn’t even wake up when I stepped over her.

Time to cook!

Flotsam

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09.27 // 14:44:18

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I guess I’m now keeping a journal. Maybe it’ll inspire me to do something to write about.

Like this:

The jackal came back. I believe him now, because there’s a catch—he needs my help. Well, not my help specifically, but local help. I don’t know if he’s actually from another world—it doesn’t make sense that he’d be here—but he’s from somewhere else.

He didn’t want to go into details. I think he probably needs something pretty interesting.

I’m ok with that.

I’m not a nice person.

Flotsam

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2156.09.22 // 01:20:21

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The jackal came back to talk. He’s a medic of some sort, he says.

So many have died of this, and will die of this. But a random stranger just walks into my little flat and gives me medicine, and I’ll survive.

I doubt his story. He says he came from another world. He came down to talk with me, specifically.

Sure.

He did give me medicine, though. There are bodies in the streets. I can see them when I look out my window, and I’m sure I’ll be smelling them soon. The retching and groaning from all the flats around me is silent.

I’ve never heard things this quiet here in my life. Occasionally a whelp cries out, but I think there must be a great many dead. And I’m alive, thanks to a random stranger…Fine. I’ll believe he came from another world just to stop into my random flat and save my life.

I’ll believe him.

I don’t know why I’m still writing this.

Flotsam

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2156.09.20 // 16:15:11

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Interesting.

I actually really slept. It feels like a really long time. I’m really, really hungry, and the dizziness is gone. Wonder what that jackal did. Seems almost like a dream now.

He was kinda dreamy, heh heh.

Kinda wish he’d stayed.

Flotsam

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2156.09.19 // 19:49:40

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Feeling a little better. It comes and goes, I guess.

I woke up and there was a jackal in my flat. Told him to take whatever he wanted, but to stay away from me because I was sick.

He laughed. Said he wasn’t going to take anything, then gave me water from his flask. Haven’t thrown it up yet, and he’s been gone for quite a while. Less dizzy, but very tired.

I hope the jackal doesn’t get sick. I don’t think he took anything.

Wish he’d taken this stupid memoir. Death doesn’t really scare me, but I’m terrified to vanish.