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Day 36
It has been a little over a month, and I still find myself lacking an understanding of how things have come to pass. So many questions dance inside my head, and yet the answers are nowhere to be found. I find myself getting comfortable the longer I am here in this strange land. All things considered, that isn't a flaw, but a part of me still hesitates to allow myself to slip into acceptance for my circumstances. There has to be an answer, a reason as to why I am here and not another unfortunate soul. For now, I can only attempt to seek out solutions on my own time while I spend the rest of it helping the locals. They took me in, keep me fed and tolerate all of my outbursts. The least I can do is to help them keep going on in the routine they have been able to maintain. What else is there to do anyway?
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A knock on the door pulled Colette from her thoughts, the quill in her hand pausing on the page of a shabby diary.
"Ms. Colette, the scavenging party, is heading out again and I remembered you asked about attending. Care to join us today?" Came a voice through the old wooden door.
"Ah- Yes, I'll be with your shortly! Just give me a moment to change." She called back, the sound of walking away footsteps a sign that she was once more alone. The quill got tucked into a small stand, the age of it showing on the marred handle.
The diary was closed and left on the rickety desk while Colette wandered over to a set of hooks on the wall. She grabbed a cloak to go over her clothing, keeping the blouse and skirt that she tossed together safe from any damage as she worked with the scavengers. A loose and empty satchel was put on her shoulder as well, ready to be filled with many things they could find to help the tribe. With that done, she slipped over to a mirror on the wall. It was shattered and old, but still served its purpose all the same. It wasn't easy looking at herself, at least not anymore.
Pale bone gleamed in the dim light of the room, standing out even more than the hollow eyes sockets. There was a faint glow in them, like a tiny ball of fire. It took the place of the eyes. There was only a little bit of flesh like muscle on the jaw, filling in the cheek gaps that would be there on a normal skeleton. A huff left Colette at that moment, her bony hands lifting to pull the hood over her head. Even in this new body, there was work to be done.
Much about life as an Undead was strange and new, but it wasn't too different to her life as a human. Food had to get collected, repairs had to be done on homes to maintain them, and water had to get gathered from the well. Nothing different besides the lack of flesh and the rather frightening environment they lived in. A mortal would die in an instant in this forest, but the Undead thrived...or at least they survived. They were a few hours walk away from the shattered capital of the hold Empire, a place that Colette didn't even know existed until she woke up in her new form. Her memories of her arrival were fuzzy, but locals said she was the first of their kind to be brought to life in a millennium.
That alone told her that something was going on.
"Are you ready, Ms. Colette?" The voice of a young man sounded as she stepped from the small little shack. Giving what she could of a smile, as her face lacked flesh, Colette nodded her head.
"Where are we off to today?" She asked lightly.
"A special trip. We're off to the capital to look around the temple. Healing herbs got grown there, and we're hoping to see if the old gardens are still producing. The local patches are growing thin these days as the animals get more aggressive." The man answered, his skeletal form much taller than her and lanky. "No worries though, we're heading out during the day, so most animals that might be dangerous to us aren't going to be awake. We have to get back by sundown."
Colette nodded her head and joined the group of others. This task was the trip she hoped for! The first time she was able to think and understand what was happening, Colette learned that Undead got brought to life via a place called The Mound of Bones. She hoped to go there and explore. It was apart of the temple, or at least near it according to others. Maybe going back to where she got found could help gather up more answers to the growing list of questions.
The group headed into the forest, chatting lightly as they headed into the broken city. Collete said little; her mind focused on seeing what she could find.
It has been a little over a month, and I still find myself lacking an understanding of how things have come to pass. So many questions dance inside my head, and yet the answers are nowhere to be found. I find myself getting comfortable the longer I am here in this strange land. All things considered, that isn't a flaw, but a part of me still hesitates to allow myself to slip into acceptance for my circumstances. There has to be an answer, a reason as to why I am here and not another unfortunate soul. For now, I can only attempt to seek out solutions on my own time while I spend the rest of it helping the locals. They took me in, keep me fed and tolerate all of my outbursts. The least I can do is to help them keep going on in the routine they have been able to maintain. What else is there to do anyway?
----
A knock on the door pulled Colette from her thoughts, the quill in her hand pausing on the page of a shabby diary.
"Ms. Colette, the scavenging party, is heading out again and I remembered you asked about attending. Care to join us today?" Came a voice through the old wooden door.
"Ah- Yes, I'll be with your shortly! Just give me a moment to change." She called back, the sound of walking away footsteps a sign that she was once more alone. The quill got tucked into a small stand, the age of it showing on the marred handle.
The diary was closed and left on the rickety desk while Colette wandered over to a set of hooks on the wall. She grabbed a cloak to go over her clothing, keeping the blouse and skirt that she tossed together safe from any damage as she worked with the scavengers. A loose and empty satchel was put on her shoulder as well, ready to be filled with many things they could find to help the tribe. With that done, she slipped over to a mirror on the wall. It was shattered and old, but still served its purpose all the same. It wasn't easy looking at herself, at least not anymore.
Pale bone gleamed in the dim light of the room, standing out even more than the hollow eyes sockets. There was a faint glow in them, like a tiny ball of fire. It took the place of the eyes. There was only a little bit of flesh like muscle on the jaw, filling in the cheek gaps that would be there on a normal skeleton. A huff left Colette at that moment, her bony hands lifting to pull the hood over her head. Even in this new body, there was work to be done.
Much about life as an Undead was strange and new, but it wasn't too different to her life as a human. Food had to get collected, repairs had to be done on homes to maintain them, and water had to get gathered from the well. Nothing different besides the lack of flesh and the rather frightening environment they lived in. A mortal would die in an instant in this forest, but the Undead thrived...or at least they survived. They were a few hours walk away from the shattered capital of the hold Empire, a place that Colette didn't even know existed until she woke up in her new form. Her memories of her arrival were fuzzy, but locals said she was the first of their kind to be brought to life in a millennium.
That alone told her that something was going on.
"Are you ready, Ms. Colette?" The voice of a young man sounded as she stepped from the small little shack. Giving what she could of a smile, as her face lacked flesh, Colette nodded her head.
"Where are we off to today?" She asked lightly.
"A special trip. We're off to the capital to look around the temple. Healing herbs got grown there, and we're hoping to see if the old gardens are still producing. The local patches are growing thin these days as the animals get more aggressive." The man answered, his skeletal form much taller than her and lanky. "No worries though, we're heading out during the day, so most animals that might be dangerous to us aren't going to be awake. We have to get back by sundown."
Colette nodded her head and joined the group of others. This task was the trip she hoped for! The first time she was able to think and understand what was happening, Colette learned that Undead got brought to life via a place called The Mound of Bones. She hoped to go there and explore. It was apart of the temple, or at least near it according to others. Maybe going back to where she got found could help gather up more answers to the growing list of questions.
The group headed into the forest, chatting lightly as they headed into the broken city. Collete said little; her mind focused on seeing what she could find.