Today I finally made it to Arklay.  I’d heard about it almost a year ago but it took me forever to make my way here.  All those damn zombies and, even worse, the fucking monsters that look like normal humans but have no hear and no soul.   FUCKING BANDITS!  Fuck it.  I’m here now.

When I first got here I was a bit cautious but I think in this world caution can not be overrated.  For most of the first day I just wandered around town and figured out where all of the spots of interest were.  Where I could find water, food and which areas to avoid.  It seemed like they had their fair share of trouble makers but they didn’t seem as bad as what I’d seen bandits do.

Another thing I did today was look for any opportunity for work.  For the past 4 years I had been living on the run.  Surviving on what I could hunt, scavenge or steal and I wanted to take this as a chance to find some form of normalcy.  I wanted to buy my food, not steal it!

I found a couple of odd jobs around town, but nothing really concrete.  Nothing that would keep fed and housed on a regular basis.  Then… I found it.  My job.

The local bath house was hiring and taking one look at it I could see what it really was.  A whore house.  They took one look at me and offered me a job right away.  Not that I couldn’t understand why.  Three years ago I started to grow my boobies.  I was 16 at the time and had given up of ever having any but Mom had said I was just a late bloomer.  Boy was she right.  I actually kind of wish I had stayed flat.  Maybe then those bandit fuckers wouldn’t have chased me so hard.  Maybe I would still have been a virgin and the thought of working in a whore house would scare me too much.

Who am I kidding.  These big blobs of fat on my chest were going to make my life a lot easier than it had been.