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Current Date: November 18, 2023
Character: Laura Evans
Race: Human
Age: 35
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
We’ve had our first murder attempt—at least, that I’m aware of—and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I was under no delusion whatsoever that this place was perfect. I’ve known from the get-go that there was nothing perfect about this place. We live in harmony most of the time, but we’re still a group of long-term survivors who are now living their lives to the best they can with what the world has to offer.
Of those survivors, mindsets might differ from one to the other. None of us were raised the same way. None of us grew up in the same suburbs, cities, or metropolises. We’re all different people with different ways of looking at the world. Of all those ways, I think that most of us understand that, at this point, our lives are meant to be lived to the very best of our abilities with what we have. At least, I know that nearly everyone I’ve worked with who is on security detail understands that the life we have now is meant to be cherished and protected at all costs.
It doesn’t matter if the person you’re seeing does you dirty and decides to break your heart, you’ll have to forget and move on. No one’s asking you to forgive, though forgiving would work best for everyone, but really, moving on and leaving it all behind is your best bet, at this point.
I’m not the one who was first on the scene, but I came in as backup since we were closest. It was hard to wrap my mind around what was right there in front of my face, though. A younger woman—to me, she seemed younger but age has become oddly suggestive over the last few years, it seems—was being held back by a man who looked to be about her age and, on the ground, not very far from them, and bleeding in a way that was worrisome, a slightly older woman—a few years at most—whose hand was clamped tight near her neck.
It didn’t take very long for the wounded woman to be brought back to the bunker—and I’ve heard that she’s recovering great—and for the screaming woman to be taken into one of the cell-like areas for figuring out. I don’t want to think of it as questioning; she didn’t even really seem sound of mind. When I first stepped up, she was screaming about how worth near-to-nothing the other woman’s promises were. There was a lot more ranting and screaming than that, but the gist of the story that I did get is that.
I call this a murder attempt to try and just categorize the whole thing so I can eventually just put it away in a memory box and forget about it. I feel like the younger of the two women who stabbed the other one—with a very, very sharp rock—was attempting exactly that. She was trying to off the other woman. She might not have been in her right mind, but the fact that the rock had been carefully sharpened the way it had been, and that she’d somehow aimed so close to that one vital spot that would have had the other woman bleed out before any help could have gotten to her is worrisome.
I think that if it had just been a case of self-defence, or possibly just a somewhat unhinged woman attacking another out of the blue, it wouldn’t have been quite as bad? One way or another, this isn’t a good thing. I haven’t really checked in with the younger of the two women, nor the man, but I can only imagine that she was seen, and probably still is being seen, by a head doc at this point. We don’t have a whole lot of those left in the world, but we do have them, just as we have a handful of medical doctors too.
In a way, I think that I’m slightly in shock over the whole thing because I never expected it to happen. I wanted to see the positive side of our world as it would make the most sense. I wanted everyone to at least know better and to be able to comprehend that murder in any way, shape or form, is just not okay. There aren’t that many of us—not when you think about the world as a whole—and losing an inhabitant to a death like this makes no sense.
I know that death can happen in a lot of shapes and forms but this? This particular way? I’d like for it to be left far, far behind, lost, buried way deep beneath all the snow that changed our lives forever. I guess I was hoping for too much in the end.