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I am runner five #07

Back to it this week. The heat has lifted a little so it’s not quite as… terrible.  Funny – I can’t really bring myself to write just what it is like.  Not in detail.  Can’t even think about it.  I have become really good at compartmentalising…

I guess we must all have PTSD.  What happened to all the counsellors?  Ah… yeah… they’re shuffling around out there trying not to reek too bad.

I found some medical data on my last run.  Every chance it might shed some light on the current state of affairs.  I can hope.

Found a really good machete too.  Still sharp. I had to wrestle it off a zom. Worth it though.  Being a runner has its perks, Benny (he makes stuff), Benny’s gonna make me a… I think it’s called a holster?  Anyway, he’s gonna make it to strap across my back.  I am so bad-ass now it is unreal.  Rambo watch out…

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I can't believe I'm admitting this after years of disproving so-called 'sightings'. But the fae are real. They're real and they're here and they're going to banish humanity from the planet! Unless we can show them that we will care for the planet... please, help me save the world: https://storytrails.co.uk/waking-wakefield/

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