Timeline/World: Newfound Worlds – Erisia – Peculiar
Characters: Alessio Speziale
Race: Human
Age: 42
Current residence: Peculiar, Erisia
Final Word Count: 796 words
Managing to make our way into Peculiar was no easy feat. I’m sure that some of the others had it just as hard—Erland and Agathe come to mind—and while trying to find someone to replace me had been my first idea, managing that without telling my superiors the reason why I wanted to back out of the job that I’d had for close to two decades wasn’t going to work out.
So, we had to figure something out and trying to figure that out while juggling no less than three new additions to the team was difficult until I came home so exhausted one night that Gina’s concerns about the dark rings under my eyes made an idea take root and eventually, it was how we managed to get me here.
The presence of these three new additions to the team eventually facilitated my slipping away near unseen if you would. Especially the one young woman who had tried to request to work nights but the whole building was empty at night, and we weren’t about to let someone so new work on her own at night in a building that had such high-security standards. Not when we didn’t know what she could or couldn’t do and if she could follow what she was asked to do.
I’m fairly certain that it’s her presence, in the long run, that exhausted me mentally and even somewhat physically. She always came in covered head to toe, stated that she hated the sun, and it was why she’d been hoping to work at night and, whenever someone talked about anything that had to do with garlic, she’d just excuse herself as though the word on its own was so vile she couldn’t handle it. Supposedly, she was allergic to it—I’m not saying she wasn’t, but she went to extremes about it as though just talking about it would trigger some sort of allergic reaction in her.
It was one of the reasons why I struggled some with her, in the long run. There are a lot of chemicals being handled in that lab, a lot of unknown, and if you have an allergy to certain things, even though you’re wearing all the protection necessary, you might just never know what you could come into contact with. It’s one of those things, in a way.
But really, she’s the reason we made it here. A few weeks before the expected departure, I had Gina send in a notice saying I had come down with a heavy-hitting bug and I was bedridden. That I didn’t know when I’d be back on my feet, but I would keep them updated. Within a week’s time—and a few faked test results—I’d gotten so bad that it looked as though I wouldn’t be able to make it back into work in any timely manner. A few days after most had made it into Peculiar, I tragically passed away—or so we made it seem.
We had managed to get in touch with people who worked with situations a bit like ours—so to speak, they were good about helping people move unseen—and my so-called corpse and my very distraught wife were taken away. We were moved into a little room in a little morgue-like building and after a little while, so we could make sure that the coast was clear, covered head to toe, glasses and the rest, we were on the transport to the underground and on our way to Peculiar where most of our things already had been sent.
It’s been such a big change of pace, I don’t know that I can complain. It feels good to not be cooped up in a lab day in and day out. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my job and I do miss it, but this is good for the soul, and I do just want to be with my kids and Gina. If this is where our lives are going to be now, I’ll adapt. The fresh air is crisper, it almost tastes sweet. I know that might seem like a strange thing to mention but that is what it feels like.
The air under the dome was recycled and circulated over and over again, it was clean air, it was odourless but the air out here, it’s just different. It reminds me a little of the air that was in the drop dome. I know how different that air was, even if it was from a similar source. The trees, the plants, everything in the drop zone helped with the recycling of the air if you would, and it was different from the air in the main dome.
I think we’ll do fine out here.