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Current Date: September 5, 2023
Character: Devon Lee
Race: Human
Age: 38
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
I wonder if it’s because I didn’t have much of a childhood that I feel as though the kids that are growing up in this jungle world are strange. I mean, I guess it’s a matter of the fact that it’s not all of them, most that I’ve seen playing have been doing so in a way that makes sense to me, but I’ve also never truly been around kids, not in any long-term fashion and I guess I don’t know what to expect still.
I was on central roaming duty when I saw the little girl whose behaviour is still baffling me at this point. It’s been a few hours, but I still find myself thinking about it and I wonder where she heard about it all. I can only imagine it might have been from her parents; I just don’t know.
When you’re on central roam, you’re sort of walking the hub. People think that all we do is walk along the outer edge of the community but that’s not really the case. Sure, there are plenty of us that walk the edge to ensure everything that should be out, stays out, but we have just as many folks roaming what now pass for streets in the community and some of us roam closer to the hub. The population isn’t huge, but we still keep an eye on everyone as best as we can.
Near the hub, not far from the marketplace and a little off from the bunker, there’s this cleared-up space that’s been turned into a park. The park has a shallow but somewhat long pond along with quite a few tall trees and a few much smaller structures that kids can climb around on.
This little girl was sitting mostly by herself, her mother—or so I assume—was sitting not very far off on a rock formation that now serves as a bench for kids and adults alike. The child was in a mood, honestly. She was clearly restless as she started off into the distance, shifting from side to side and going on about how she didn’t care if it was a bad idea—her mother looked exasperated, honestly—but that she was going to pet the alien dog whether her mother tried to stop her or not.
It made me pause, how could it not? I mean, I know we have a few dogs, but I have no idea how they survived the snow. I know we have a few cats and my statement on that remains the same. I’m also aware that there are animals we don’t know about out there. We might have only spent a few months inside that bunker, years ago, but something changed in the world during that short ice age and there are so many different animals out and about now.
In a way, I guess that I didn’t know whether or not I should have been worried. Was this little girl imagining some strange, alien creature—alien, did she learn the word from her mother?—or had she seen some strange creature roaming that no one else had noticed? That, there, I think is why I’m still stuck on the whole situation and I know I should have probably gone to talk to the mother about it, tried to get more information but as it was happening, I was so confused by it all, in a way, that I didn’t really think about any of the other details that could have made sense at that very moment.
When I went back just a couple of hours later, they were gone, of course. I mean, it’s possible that they still would have been at the park, I’ve seen kids spend hours there, but I didn’t think it was likely. Not with how restless the little girl had been and how exasperated her maybe-mother had seemed to be. So sure, I took note of this in my little pad that I barely use because paper is now a little rare though I know they’ve found means of making a new type now.
I do have in mind to bring it up to my brothers later today, but I want to believe that it’s nothing to really worry about. Just a young girl with a big imagination who might have heard the word from somewhere else. It’s not even her use of the word that remains with me, it’s the potential source of whatever that alien dog might have been. Fully her bored imagination, the glimpse of something roaming somewhere it shouldn’t be? I’ll never know at this point.
I mean, even if something is roaming around, there’s no telling if it’s going to be dangerous or not until we possibly catch it, if it does exist, so all I can do is keep my eyes open as I always do.