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Current Date: August 5, 2023
Character: Myriam Chantell
Race: Human
Age: 40
Current residence: Milton Keynes, United Kingdom
I don’t know how far I travelled when I finally started to move. It was years ago at this point, though it doesn’t feel like it. Moot or otherwise, I like to try and keep track of time, though many others no longer seem interested in bothering with that at all. I mean, there were calendars to be had long before electricity was invented, so what’s keeping people from, well, keeping track?
To be fair, I know that the people who were closer to the orbs possibly had a much harder time keeping track of passing days and nights, from what little I’ve heard whispered here and there from the few people I’ve crossed who live in the same area I’ve found myself living in, the orbs were bright, if you were close enough to it, you pretty much just stopped having any day-to-night cycles and I can’t imagine how that must have been.
At the institute, I’d been somewhat far enough to not truly have to deal with constant daylight though the night didn’t get fully dark; it wasn’t much but I could tell that there was at least one orb in the distance and one way or another, I wanted nothing to do with it if I could help it.
Here, though, from what I hear of others, there was an orb near the centre of the city. I’ve been there—I went only a few weeks after I found a house that had looked to be in fairly good shape with a big, protected yard—and it didn’t really seem like much. The buildings were all there, but it felt like a dead zone. Everyone avoided that area as though their lives depended on it.
Even though I’ve been living here for a few years now—tending to the little garden I’ve managed to somehow miraculously grow, as I never imagined myself a green thumb—I’ve met a few people. A handful, perhaps more. I know there are more than just that living here but everyone seems to just be keeping to themselves. They’re doing what they can to survive in their own way and that’s about that. There are a few places that have canned goods still but they’re a somewhat rare thing and I can’t recall last I opened a can of anything, if I’m being honest.
That’s probably for the best, anyway.
I can’t claim to have gained any of the weight I’d lost before, maybe just a little from the fact that I get a lot more fresh air and I do eat more—greens and vegetables and the rest—but still. Of the people I’ve met, one is very delusional, and it makes me wonder if they weren’t in a particular hospital before the world went the way it did.
Though I know that it’s not right of me to judge them and claim they’re delusional, but the first time I walked up to them—and the subsequent ones—they told me they could grant wishes. However, whoever they’d been talking to before had asked them for one particular thing, but they weren’t touching that one wish at all, not one way, no one could make them.
Had it been a one-off, I would have let it go. But they like to remind every single person they cross—I’ve seen it any time I’ve been nearby—that they can grant wishes but that these wishes have a price and, just, as a whole, it feels like something I want absolutely no part of. I might have made it my mission to make sure that I avoid them altogether. Not because I think they could possibly turn violent—I want to believe I could handle myself—but because I just don’t want to have to spend the necessary brain power to deal with this. They can be someone else’s problem and they must be if they’re still around now.
I’m well aware that this does me no good as far as my loner status is concerned and I’ve been alone so long at this point that I’ve made my peace with it. I can see people now, at least. Glimpses of them, brief passing-by where we tentatively smile at one another but mostly mind our own business. The people around this place are not very outgoing, it feels like, and I find myself not minding all that much.
Maybe, years down the road—or at any point in the future—someone else will come along and will bring a bit more life into this place but even otherwise, that’s okay. Most people seem to still be afraid that the orbs might be coming back and I’m not sure that I can say I’m surprised at this. I think that there’s a part of me that believes that, too.