We have found ourselves at the eights again, staying with Serena and Jim. Though it isn’t just the four of us, Nurse Mary is here too and there is trouble brewing, I can feel it.

We were taking a walk this morning, doing more scavenging. We ran into Father Frank and the sister, Sister Theresa. We spoke to them for several minutes, discussing the events that serounded the raid at the eights with Jaise and myself, as well as my questioning who the man was who held the second gun to my head…the one at the carnival. No one seems to know about this man so I’m really curious if it was just a random occurance or if he has method to his insanity. It was a pleasant enough talk…all things considered, even if they did throw religion into the mix a few more times than I would have liked and I know Therion wasn’t keen on it either, but they are a preist and a nun, who would expect them not to speak about the faith that is probably holding them together in times like ours.

Whilst about to leave the holy pair, biters appeared from the woods near by, I was too tired and it looked like Father Frank and Sister Theresa were as well, Therion though, I’m not sure what fuels him, he’s barely eaten, though he’s slept quite a bit, I can’t believe he still finds the energy to kill them rather than just evading them. He took down 5 or 6 before they finally just stopped appearing from beyond the trees.

It was time to go, we were sitting ducks out in the open like that and we took our leave.

By the time we got to our shelter, he was exhausted and he needed more sleep than ever before. I had to help us now more than ever, I needed canned food, or cola, or anything I could get my hands on at this point. I can’t just let him get exhausted like that, I’ll fight anything to my dying breath to protect him, but at my size, I can only hold danger away from him for so long.

I set out again to scavenge. I’m not sure what Mama Delphie would think of this right now. I’m not sure if she’d be proud of me for not forgetting how I lived before she found me..going from dumpster to dumpster looking for scraps of food, or of she’d be sad that she hadn’t changed my life enough that I can still remember how to survive.

I wish I could have told her how much she changed me. She would walk by me every day and give me money, though walking to the grocery store every day seems to be a silly thing to do, I suspect that near the end of my time on the street, she was coming by there every day simply to make sure I was still there…to make sure I was still alive. She took me in when no one else would even think about it, I never did find out why, though she did mention a daughter of hers once, only the once and never again. Sarah her name was, and just as quickly as her name entered the conversation, it never appeared again. I wondered then if she had run away or if she had died before I came into the picture. Yet, these days, I wonder if she was alive then…is she alive now?

I wondered that about my birth parents as well. I don’t wonder about them often, but I do now.I wonder if they were alive now, and if they were, how safe are they? How safe would I be if they had kept me?

But then I think of Therion…if I were still with the people who dropped me at the tender age of 6 months..I never would have met Therion. As destroyed and almost beyond repair as this world is and as heart broken as I am, that Delphinia..the one who saved my young life and Therion’s older sister was lost on the day this crazy shit started, I would still be where I am now, I would still fight for my life every single day, if it meant that he could be in it.

I’m not sure where all this feeling came from…I’ve not allowed myself to be sentimental since this started. I didn’t speak, I didn’t smile. Not only has the journey here changed me, but this place has changed me. I have reverted back to street rat Gidjet..Jet.

Maybe that’s why I told Nurse Mary everything about that crazy stabby nurse from yesterday. Even when she was on the other side of the curtain when Nurse Mary was helping me clean up from yet ANOTHER run in with walkers during my rummaging, I wasn’t nearly as intimidated as I would have been a week ago. Nurse Peaches, I guess her name is. She shot me a crazy ass smile when she overheard me tell Nurse Mary about the knife incident. When Nurse Mary finally understood that what I was telling her was important because clearly this woman is dangerous, Nurse Mary insisted on staying with Serena and Jim, and not want to sleep next to Peaches at the hospital.

Not only did I walk Nurse Mary there, but I also ran back to get Therion. I know he thought that the eights wasn’t safe, but it’s safer than being in that abandoned building and being so close to the shoreline that we were told my Father Frank wasn’t the best area. It was no longer us against walkers, it was us against walkers and other people, we needed security.

Of course I went back for him.

I brought him to the apartment and we’ve been here since.

Something is about to happen in this city..and before now, I might have debated whether Therion and I should flee…but I’m tired of running and I’m not moving.