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Current Date: November 27, 2022
Character: Charles Lee
Race: Human
Age: 37
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
As we were growing up if there was one thing I knew for a mock fact that I was never going to have kids of my own. For one, I knew that I would never have been able to share a bed with a woman, so that was out of the equation. Oh, yeah, sure, I’m certain some people would point out that hey, there were other options, one of them was the potential surrogate but that would have required myself, or my potential partner at the time to indeed do the dirty with a woman—though I’m aware there is the whole insemination thing—or the other option would have been adoption but, you know, no.
With the lives we lived, the idea of putting children into the mix of it was stupid and I don’t think that any of us ever considered it. Our upbringing hadn’t been great, and I think we’d all sort of vowed to never put someone else through what we had. Coupled with that, when I landed in that wheelchair, things changed a fair bit and we had to adapt to that too.
Now, I’m not saying that wheelchair-bound people can’t have kids or raise them right, that’s beside the point. I’m just saying that with the four of us doing what we did for a living, and all living under the same roof—with plenty of room to not walk on one another’s toes—the idea of kids was just stupid.
Then, well then we met them. Then the snow happened.
Then I got my legs back and on certain days I still marvel at that because, well, wouldn’t you?
There are kids around, though. A lot of them are younger, born either during our time in the bunker, not long after, or only recently. In a way, I think our numbers have been growing and that’s a good thing. That or, if we were to ask the people in charge, I’m sure they’d tell us that, possibly, after a bit of a small boom, our numbers have mostly settled. While most of the slightly older folks have been staying oddly healthy and looking younger than it seems they should, we have lost a few people; I think that’s inevitable. There are things out there that we still don’t understand, or know, or can predict or protect everyone from.
But there are kids and at times, on rounds, we catch a few just playing games and the imagination on some of them just makes me smile. I don’t think I was a very imaginative child and listening to them as we pause just briefly by them, because we can, is always a bit of an adventure back into a childhood we didn’t have.
The last small group I walked on by recently was going on about unleashing monsters, curtains being turned pink and who was blaming whom and, you know, for the short bit of time we were there, it was clear they really were into it and for a moment, I was worried that the frustration being portrayed through their games was going to shine through still after they were done playing.
I almost said something. Almost. Then I reminded myself that they were kids; they were playing games and they could handle themselves just fine. I’m certainly not their father and while I might possibly be told otherwise, I truly don’t think that I have what it takes to be a father to anyone. So, I kept on walking, and it was possibly for the best. I did see a couple of them later on that same day, just running around, possibly playing tag, and they looked like they were doing all right.
I know I shouldn’t even really be worrying about any of it. My duties are more along the lines of making sure that everyone is safe and sound; that doesn’t really include making sure that kids who are playing make-believe aren’t too deep into their games that the way they’re feeling at that point stays with them long after they’re done playing. As someone who never played make-believe, maybe I just don’t know how it’s supposed to go.
So, I’ll leave them to their games, even if some of their subjects sound a little odd at times, and I’ll keep on being an adult who marvels at the fact that his legs move and that he can feel them. I think that’s a fair way of going about things if you ask me.