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Timeline/World: Until Tomorrow – Project: Lucifer
Characters: Grégoire DeForest
Race: Human
Age: 32
Current residence: Manta, Ecuador
Final Word Count: 754 words
I’ve never really been one to listen to rumours; then again, most of my life has been spent mostly while focused on my own person and the rare friend I’d ever made. That last rare friend I’d had was Chael and, well, that didn’t work out in the long term. I still don’t know where he’s at and if he’s even alive anymore. I’m not interested in walking all the way back up north to figure what out. I’m content here.
If there is one thing that I do also try to do, most of the time, is to live with a logical mindset. I know that the appearance of the Silencers sort of threw a wrench into that, but I still like to focus on what does make sense and what is logic. Looting empty houses for things that no one is actually going to have any use for? Not logic.
As is, I’m sure that some people would care to tell me that it’s not so much logic as something else, this little mock-code I live by, but I will call it what I want. I still spend most of my time alone. It took me a long while to open up to Chael and that’s because we’d come from similar pasts. Just a couple of weeks ago, someone walked past me, their shoulders brushing mine because somehow the sidewalk wasn’t large enough and it spooked me. My heart was in my throat, and I felt like I was going to be sick.
The only thing that I managed to do to calm myself down? Logic told me that I was all right. That they’d just passed by; that they weren’t out to hurt me. That they wouldn’t come back to end me. It took a lot more time than it should have but, eventually, I’d managed to calm down and finish making my way home. That’s the one thing that still frustrates me as far as my sort of panic attacks are concerned though it does make sense, they happen while I’m outside, while there are potentially others out there and I don’t need them to see me this way to try and help me.
It only makes matters worse.
But you know, that one thing where other people are the reason for these attacks is also why it’s stupid but logic that yeah, I don’t get them while I’m safely in my home.
Recently, I’ve heard rumours that I want to believe but my logic leads me to the other path without any questions. Some people are beginning to claim that the Silencers have begun to fade. Until I have absolute proof of that fact, I can’t even let any hopes be raised. Not that it would change much to my life. I mind my own business, I’m quiet, I keep to myself, and I rarely bother others. About the only time when I’m around others is when I roam a little because the day is beautiful, or because I’m going to the little marketplace to get food.
It’s been strange, getting used to that. Before, when you were short on food, yeah, you had to loot, though most of the places where the food items were taken had been abandoned by others, so it seemed mostly fair game though it never felt right, to me. I suppose I’m a bit too much of a lamb in a way.
There’s a market, though, in this area. There are several fishermen—and women—that have these sail boats and they take them out onto the water and bring back fresh fish. So most meals do have fish to it and that, I have to admit, has taken some getting used to. For years, I’d been living off of canned food and it wasn’t always great.
Beyond fish, there are the countless different types of fruits that grow around this place and growing vegetable is something I’ve given a try and while it wasn’t exactly easy, I’m proud to say that I’ve managed my first small harvest just some weeks ago.
Life is… different here. I’m happy that I managed to come all the way out here, even though it wasn’t in my original plans. Not that I really had a plan, but I guess I just did what I’ve done best all of my life. I ran away. I ran away from my father, and I walked away from Chael. It’s all right, though. I like this life here well enough.