Day 1 through whatever the heck day it is since I arrived on this island in my trusty canoe….

What can I say about Arklay? It is kind of safe… kind of . I have seen it all since making my way to this island,  and more. Thing is this was not where I planed on running to, but it is where I ended up how many of the people here could say the same thing I wonder? Life is funny, when this whole thing started I was miles away living a life of privilege. I was  rich, spoiled, talented.. I was told I was special. How many times did I hear that from the people around me, you are special do not waste your talent. Funny thing about me, and the people around me… we never felt so special less so when the world went to hell all around us.

When the world goes to heck you get a real good understanding of where you stand, most people look at you and size you up right away. Survivor, Marksman, Ex-Military, Ex-Enforcement, Natural born leader… Prima Ballerina. Yeah, exactly no one gave me two weeks, and trust me there were plenty of people who were more than willing to tell me I was food for the infected. Not one person said “Lyonee, you got this”.

White Knights, sure I met a few, it is funny though when danger rears it’s ugly heads, when the pounding and clawing at the walls outside, when barricades start crashing down around you and the writing is on the walls some of those white knights turn out to be cowards. Sometimes thew throw you in front of them so they can buy themselves a few seconds as they run upstairs to their doom…

Yeah I have seen it all, was I supposed to survive who is to say? Bottom line is I did. Was I Rambo? Was I Barbarella? Was I even Barbwwire…. not even close. I ran, I hid, I escaped, I lived. Was everyone so lucky? Not even close I have seen things, if you are alive now and able to read this YOU have seen things and you have done things… horrible things.

But you are alive and that is all that matters. I am alive to… and I aim to keep it that way.

Run, hide, run search, hide, find supplies, use my brain (yes some of us dancers have brains as WELL as eating disorders… go figure)

So here I am Arklay Island, found a job in the Dollhouse as a runner and front of the house “girl” all the guys thought I was one of the girls who was there to be a pin cushion for them… that’s not my scene so I left… now I find myself at Coach’s, the little red haired dancing girl who has performed around the world, who made Prima… who made it our of her family’s shadow, and their control. All the way here.

My future? Who knows, who can say. I think like a Buddhist these days, ignore the past, do not worry about tomorrow…. live in the present because that is all you can be sure of and you sure as heck can’t can’t change the past…

Oddly enough this little dancer girl doesn’t want to because all of that made me the woman I am today… and unlike so many I am… alive.

I will write more tomorrow, if there is one, right now I am enjoying today.

Your Friend,

Lyonee