January 25th, 2015
Three days in a row with no hunter attack. Either I’m doing something really right and have been let off the hook, or the bastards are planning something special for me that I really, really won’t like. Personally, I’m hoping for the first one but I do kinda suspect it’s going to be the second one. It’s the way things have been going lately. Especially today. Today’s not been as good as yesterday, in general. I mean, it’s not been bad? But it’s not been great either. Very average, all in all. Which normally I wouldn’t mind but it’s been the annoying kind of average that exists just to piss you off.
First off, I walked out of the deserted building I’d spent the night in (really need to get my own place at some point) right into a thief. Who took my wallet, which had my ID in it, and then ran off into the night cackling wildly (I’m guessing) while I hurled abuse at him (definitely not guessing) from where I stood, totally shocked and rooted to the spot because of it. In my defence, I was still half asleep and hadn’t even had my coffee yet. There was no way I was going to be able to fight off a thief in that kind of state. I mean, really. I don’t think there’s anyone who could do that. Add into that that I’ve not been feeding well ‘cause of a hunter attack and there you have it. And this is in the first ten minutes.
After that, I thought I’d give the raid thing another go because why not, to be honest. Worst case scenario I’d get some stuff out of it that I could sell - ideally on the auction site, but those sales have kinda slowed down in a big way (yay supply and demand), but I’m fine with selling them at the normal shops too. I mean, like I keep saying over and over: All money is good money, but free money is the best there is. It’s a saying that is really worth living by, all in all, and I try my best to. Anyway. The little venture didn’t go especially well and I ended up getting booted out of the building pretty hard with only a few reels of wire to show for my troubles. The day just got better and better.
Given all of that I’d had more than enough of River Rock and went back to Coastside on the transit system, nursing a cup of coffee I’d picked up on the way. I’ve got into quite a rhythm with all this now. Redwood is where I spend my free time, chilling in one of the two bars I’ve found that I like, Coastside is where I do my work, and every so often I take a run through Wickbridge on the way to the quarantine zone to make some more bombs. Which, actually, I need to do at some point. The attempt at the raid went that well.
My night’s run was pretty uneventful, really. No run ins with guards to speak of and nothing really specially that I stole from any of the places I hit. The one thing that I can say is that a lock that I was able to pick yesterday gave me issues today and I ended up setting off an alarm. I have no idea what on earth I was doing here, ‘cause yeah. Really should not have been an issue. I’m just going to chalk it up to having a bad day and try to forget it ever happened, ‘cause if I keep thinking about it I’m going to be even more annoyed than what has ended up being my baseline lately. Yay being hungry literally all the goddamn time.
That does sort out the plan for tomorrow though. Take a run through Wickbridge, head into the sewers to pick up some more fungi and chemical waste and then dodge into the quarantine zone to make some more bombs. I’m thinking about buying some of those noisemaker things, too, just for the sake of having them in case I ever get into difficulties with a group of guards, and I also found a recipe (probably not the right word) for how to make a thing to jam the security cameras out of a microwave and a cellphone. I mean, who’d’ve thought it?
Someone had left the list of things on the crafting bench I used the other day, which was incredibly nice of them when you think about it. They hadn’t exactly left any instructions on how to make the damned thing, though, so I’m going to need to work that one out for myself. I did okay with the bombs, though, and from the books I’ve read I have a pretty solid idea of where to begin so it shouldn’t be too bad, all in all. They’d come in really handy, too. I hate hacking the computers that control the security cameras in places. It’s not my thing at all. I can just about get my email up and use Google, but when it comes to turning off CCTV I’m kinda fumbling in the dark there.
Anyway. Had enough of this. It’s enough to say that today is over and tomorrow needs to be better or something is going to die in a bad, probably very messy way. Really can’t wait for my head wound to heal so I can feed properly again. It won’t do much for my hunger, granted, but it will take the edge off enough so I can actually think properly without wanting to kill everyone in the history of ever just for the crime of existing. You try being subtle and sneaky when you’re a quivering ball of rage wanting to tear everyone’s head off just for walking past. You stick out quite a bit.
Murder Ballads
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Amberly
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Re: Murder Ballads
January 26th, 2015
Still no hunter attack! But we’re going to say it quietly in case they hear it, realise they’ve been slacking and then come after to me to make up for lost time. I’ve actually almost forgotten what it was like to be able to feed vaguely properly and actually feel the benefit from it. It’ll be nice to get back into that again. And I’ll finally be able to use my travel mug thing for blood packs! It’s only been sat in my bag for a week, all alone and sad and stuff. The poor little guy. But yeah. Won’t go on about it too much just to be on the safe side. Don’t want to tempt fate or anything. Really enjoying the not being stabbed in the head thing. It’s good times. Strongly recommend it.
My morning was pretty standard really. Woke up, got coffee, drank a blood pack after for no apparent reason. From there I had a bit of a wander around, nothing too exciting. Getting used to this part of the city more than anything else. Turns out there’s a load of clubs in Wickbridge that I didn’t know about. I didn’t spend much time in any of them, but I’ll be going back to have a poke around at some point. I figure they’ll be good places to lift some wallets and get a drink at the same time. With any luck there’ll be some half decent music to listen to while I work, too. Could be some good nights, all in all, and I approve of this.
After my constitutional I popped back down into the sewers to see if I could find some stuff to make more bombs with. I mean, I get enough raw material from each thing I find to make five bombs but I’ve been going through them way faster than I thought I would. Maybe it’s me having way too much fun using the things, or maybe my luck’s just been that bad while I’ve been stealing stuff. I don’t know. What I do know, though, is that I’m using a lot of the things on an almost daily basis. I’m still working on the thing to block the security cameras in places, too. So far I’ve not been doing too well with them but it’s still early days, so I’m confident I’ll be able to work something out pretty soon. Or at least fairly soon. I better do, anyone, or I’ll be a sad panda and no-one wants that.
It is weird down in the sewers though. There’s a surprising number of people down there, for one thing. Not just people like me, either. Well, vampires like me. The point I’m making here is that there’s other, actual people down there. I mean, sure, some of them are very clearly not quite right - giant bald guys with tattoos and way not enough clothes - but some of them look kinda normal. Which is weird, to me, seeing as they live in the sewers all the time and don’t seem to move. I don’t get it. So I avoided them pretty hard while I was down there. I don’t know what their deal is and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to find out. It probably wouldn’t end well for me, given my more recent experiences with other humans.
Which I ended up getting anyway, really, now that I properly think about it. I did my usual thing of wandering around in the sewers until I reached the exit I had marked as the one in Coastside, picking up stuff as I went around. Which generally works out pretty well. Today, though, I did that. I climbed the little ladder thing in the wall. I pulled myself up into the street. And then pow, or more appropriately ‘bang’, there was a cop right there. Who shot me in the stomach. I literally could not make it up. All that effort to avoid getting into issues with the hunters and then the weird dudes in the sewers… and there’s a cop waiting for me in the street. I want to ***** slap my luck so hard right now, tell it to sort itself the **** out.
After that I didn’t really have the willpower to carry on with my usual business of a night - y’know, breaking into stuff so I can rob them blind. You should know this by now, really - so I went back to Wickbridge after patching myself up as best as I was able to with what I had on hand. That’s the annoying thing about being a vampire and getting shot by the police - you can’t exactly just walk into a hospital and be all “Yeah, so…” about it. People might work out that something’s up pretty damn sharpish. Unless they’re total idiots, but I don’t really want total idiots stitching me up, y’know?
So yeah. Went back to Wickbridge and hit the clubs. Did a bit of pocket picking like I’d been thinking about doing, and then headed back to a quiet corner to get some sleep. Nothing too thrilling really, I know, but hey. I had just been shot. Again. Getting real tired of getting shot by cops. Still better than the ******** hunters, though, in total fairness. But still. Didn’t even get anything good from the people in the clubs, and I stopped in every one of them for a little bit. I need to practice my stealing, apparently. Not done it in a while ‘cause I’ve been messing with making stuff instead, and now I’ve gone rusty. Can’t have that. Not even slightly.
Oh well. With any luck my head wound will have healed tomorrow and I can get back to being fully awesome instead of the diet awesome I’ve been lately. I can only hope.
January 27th, 2015
My head wound is now, as of this morning, officially healed! I feel like I should throw a party or something. It’s seemed like forever since I’ve been able to think properly, let alone feed properly, because of the damn thing and now it’s finally ******* gone, and about damn time too. I drank seven or so blood packs in celebration, because that’s how I celebrate now apparently. It did feel good though. I’ve almost missed the ******** little things. Drank them all out of my cup too. Finally got to use the thing, so that felt good. Pretty sure it was feeling unappreciated and unloved, tucked away in my bag for ages after I bought it.
After I’d recovered from all that excitement I made a quick trip through the sewers, avoiding the weird dudes down there again, and picking stuff up on my way back to the crafting bench I’d found in the deserted building in the quarantine zone. Had better luck making the bombs this time, so I’m clearly getting better at it this time. Didn’t mess up once and ended up with a load of each kind. I’m now fully ready to ninja again. Which is awesome. Went back to Coastside after that, through the sewers again, and did my usual run through the factories. More people are buying the chems I’m selling on the auction site so I needed to restock for them. I’m keeping some of them to make bombs, obviously, but I don’t need them all and apparently they’re a good source of disposable income for me. It’s good times.
It didn’t go too well, though, annoyingly. The people that own the places are definitely getting smarter and they’ve upgraded all the locks on the inside. I mean, most of them didn’t give me any trouble, really, but there was a couple that I thought I could get through without any issues and then I had to run away pretty quick after I’d set an alarm off accidentally. Something else I need to practice, apparently. They should make kits for this stuff. Having a collection of padlocks to practice on isn’t in any way the same thing, I’ve noticed. Which is annoying. It took ages putting that lot together.
Something I did notice while I was in the quarantine zone though is that the apartment block in there doesn’t have any spare apartments at the moment. Which is annoying. I mean, if I managed to get a place in there then I’d have everything I need within the range of a short walk AND I’d have a place to call my own, which I’d really like. So I did a bit of research and literally no-where has any places up for sale. I mean, there’s a few for sale by their current owners but I’d rather not have to pick up a second hand place. No real idea what state it’s going to be in or if the price is a fair one.
It’s kinda surprising really. In a city this size, you’d think there’d be a few places that would be up for sale, or even a few landlords looking to rent a place out. I’d even take a single room at this point. Anywhere I could call my own instead of sleeping either in the sewers or in random booths in random bars. Either way it’s not exactly sleeping and it’s not exactly comfortable. And you get some really weird looks from people just coming in to have a drink if you sleep in booths. And then there’s the smell in the sewers. It kinda puts people off talking to, or generally being around, you. Which is an issue in my line of work, it has to be said. So yeah. That one’s high up on my to do list. ‘Get a place of my own’. It’s right there at the top.
Stuff on the auction site is still going well, though I wouldn’t mind getting a network of private buyers off the ground. More regular income for fixed prices is always better, in my opinion, than prices based on what things want and on what’s available at the time you’re selling or buying. I should probably take out an ad in a paper or something, but I’ll need to get the wording right. Get enough attention from the police as it is, really don’t want to be getting any more from those guys. At least my wounds heal fairly quickly since I became a vampire. Silver linings and all that, I guess. Something like that anyway.
That’s about it for today. Been pretty quiet, all in all. Hoping things pick up tomorrow.
January 28th, 2015
No hunter attack, no head wound. Today looks like it could be a good day, all in all. And it’s about time I had one after the last couple.
Not much different happened today, really. Just a standard day, so I won’t go into too much detail or I’ll drive myself insane with the endless repetition. Standard trip through the sewers avoiding the naked guys (shockingly), tried to pick up some stuff to make bombs but didn’t see much so that didn’t work out so well. My stealing spree went a little better today, though, and I didn’t get shot by any cops so there’s that. Always a good thing.
Things did get interesting later on in the day though. Got what I can only describe as a telepathic message from that Sundial person I emailed earlier in the week about being a regular supplier for them. Turns out they wanted some stuff after all, and some things I hadn’t thought of. So I’m going to be looking out for those things for them, I think. Regular cash is always better than cash that might or might not get paid. And I mean, I can still sell some other stuff on the auction site to make a bit of cash on the side as the need takes me. Should work out well all in all.
Still not looking good on the housing front though, annoyingly. But hey, I’m hoping that that’ll pick up next month or something. It has to at some point, right?
Anyway. Don’t have much time to write tonight, I’ve got chems to steal and stuff.
Still no hunter attack! But we’re going to say it quietly in case they hear it, realise they’ve been slacking and then come after to me to make up for lost time. I’ve actually almost forgotten what it was like to be able to feed vaguely properly and actually feel the benefit from it. It’ll be nice to get back into that again. And I’ll finally be able to use my travel mug thing for blood packs! It’s only been sat in my bag for a week, all alone and sad and stuff. The poor little guy. But yeah. Won’t go on about it too much just to be on the safe side. Don’t want to tempt fate or anything. Really enjoying the not being stabbed in the head thing. It’s good times. Strongly recommend it.
My morning was pretty standard really. Woke up, got coffee, drank a blood pack after for no apparent reason. From there I had a bit of a wander around, nothing too exciting. Getting used to this part of the city more than anything else. Turns out there’s a load of clubs in Wickbridge that I didn’t know about. I didn’t spend much time in any of them, but I’ll be going back to have a poke around at some point. I figure they’ll be good places to lift some wallets and get a drink at the same time. With any luck there’ll be some half decent music to listen to while I work, too. Could be some good nights, all in all, and I approve of this.
After my constitutional I popped back down into the sewers to see if I could find some stuff to make more bombs with. I mean, I get enough raw material from each thing I find to make five bombs but I’ve been going through them way faster than I thought I would. Maybe it’s me having way too much fun using the things, or maybe my luck’s just been that bad while I’ve been stealing stuff. I don’t know. What I do know, though, is that I’m using a lot of the things on an almost daily basis. I’m still working on the thing to block the security cameras in places, too. So far I’ve not been doing too well with them but it’s still early days, so I’m confident I’ll be able to work something out pretty soon. Or at least fairly soon. I better do, anyone, or I’ll be a sad panda and no-one wants that.
It is weird down in the sewers though. There’s a surprising number of people down there, for one thing. Not just people like me, either. Well, vampires like me. The point I’m making here is that there’s other, actual people down there. I mean, sure, some of them are very clearly not quite right - giant bald guys with tattoos and way not enough clothes - but some of them look kinda normal. Which is weird, to me, seeing as they live in the sewers all the time and don’t seem to move. I don’t get it. So I avoided them pretty hard while I was down there. I don’t know what their deal is and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to find out. It probably wouldn’t end well for me, given my more recent experiences with other humans.
Which I ended up getting anyway, really, now that I properly think about it. I did my usual thing of wandering around in the sewers until I reached the exit I had marked as the one in Coastside, picking up stuff as I went around. Which generally works out pretty well. Today, though, I did that. I climbed the little ladder thing in the wall. I pulled myself up into the street. And then pow, or more appropriately ‘bang’, there was a cop right there. Who shot me in the stomach. I literally could not make it up. All that effort to avoid getting into issues with the hunters and then the weird dudes in the sewers… and there’s a cop waiting for me in the street. I want to ***** slap my luck so hard right now, tell it to sort itself the **** out.
After that I didn’t really have the willpower to carry on with my usual business of a night - y’know, breaking into stuff so I can rob them blind. You should know this by now, really - so I went back to Wickbridge after patching myself up as best as I was able to with what I had on hand. That’s the annoying thing about being a vampire and getting shot by the police - you can’t exactly just walk into a hospital and be all “Yeah, so…” about it. People might work out that something’s up pretty damn sharpish. Unless they’re total idiots, but I don’t really want total idiots stitching me up, y’know?
So yeah. Went back to Wickbridge and hit the clubs. Did a bit of pocket picking like I’d been thinking about doing, and then headed back to a quiet corner to get some sleep. Nothing too thrilling really, I know, but hey. I had just been shot. Again. Getting real tired of getting shot by cops. Still better than the ******** hunters, though, in total fairness. But still. Didn’t even get anything good from the people in the clubs, and I stopped in every one of them for a little bit. I need to practice my stealing, apparently. Not done it in a while ‘cause I’ve been messing with making stuff instead, and now I’ve gone rusty. Can’t have that. Not even slightly.
Oh well. With any luck my head wound will have healed tomorrow and I can get back to being fully awesome instead of the diet awesome I’ve been lately. I can only hope.
January 27th, 2015
My head wound is now, as of this morning, officially healed! I feel like I should throw a party or something. It’s seemed like forever since I’ve been able to think properly, let alone feed properly, because of the damn thing and now it’s finally ******* gone, and about damn time too. I drank seven or so blood packs in celebration, because that’s how I celebrate now apparently. It did feel good though. I’ve almost missed the ******** little things. Drank them all out of my cup too. Finally got to use the thing, so that felt good. Pretty sure it was feeling unappreciated and unloved, tucked away in my bag for ages after I bought it.
After I’d recovered from all that excitement I made a quick trip through the sewers, avoiding the weird dudes down there again, and picking stuff up on my way back to the crafting bench I’d found in the deserted building in the quarantine zone. Had better luck making the bombs this time, so I’m clearly getting better at it this time. Didn’t mess up once and ended up with a load of each kind. I’m now fully ready to ninja again. Which is awesome. Went back to Coastside after that, through the sewers again, and did my usual run through the factories. More people are buying the chems I’m selling on the auction site so I needed to restock for them. I’m keeping some of them to make bombs, obviously, but I don’t need them all and apparently they’re a good source of disposable income for me. It’s good times.
It didn’t go too well, though, annoyingly. The people that own the places are definitely getting smarter and they’ve upgraded all the locks on the inside. I mean, most of them didn’t give me any trouble, really, but there was a couple that I thought I could get through without any issues and then I had to run away pretty quick after I’d set an alarm off accidentally. Something else I need to practice, apparently. They should make kits for this stuff. Having a collection of padlocks to practice on isn’t in any way the same thing, I’ve noticed. Which is annoying. It took ages putting that lot together.
Something I did notice while I was in the quarantine zone though is that the apartment block in there doesn’t have any spare apartments at the moment. Which is annoying. I mean, if I managed to get a place in there then I’d have everything I need within the range of a short walk AND I’d have a place to call my own, which I’d really like. So I did a bit of research and literally no-where has any places up for sale. I mean, there’s a few for sale by their current owners but I’d rather not have to pick up a second hand place. No real idea what state it’s going to be in or if the price is a fair one.
It’s kinda surprising really. In a city this size, you’d think there’d be a few places that would be up for sale, or even a few landlords looking to rent a place out. I’d even take a single room at this point. Anywhere I could call my own instead of sleeping either in the sewers or in random booths in random bars. Either way it’s not exactly sleeping and it’s not exactly comfortable. And you get some really weird looks from people just coming in to have a drink if you sleep in booths. And then there’s the smell in the sewers. It kinda puts people off talking to, or generally being around, you. Which is an issue in my line of work, it has to be said. So yeah. That one’s high up on my to do list. ‘Get a place of my own’. It’s right there at the top.
Stuff on the auction site is still going well, though I wouldn’t mind getting a network of private buyers off the ground. More regular income for fixed prices is always better, in my opinion, than prices based on what things want and on what’s available at the time you’re selling or buying. I should probably take out an ad in a paper or something, but I’ll need to get the wording right. Get enough attention from the police as it is, really don’t want to be getting any more from those guys. At least my wounds heal fairly quickly since I became a vampire. Silver linings and all that, I guess. Something like that anyway.
That’s about it for today. Been pretty quiet, all in all. Hoping things pick up tomorrow.
January 28th, 2015
No hunter attack, no head wound. Today looks like it could be a good day, all in all. And it’s about time I had one after the last couple.
Not much different happened today, really. Just a standard day, so I won’t go into too much detail or I’ll drive myself insane with the endless repetition. Standard trip through the sewers avoiding the naked guys (shockingly), tried to pick up some stuff to make bombs but didn’t see much so that didn’t work out so well. My stealing spree went a little better today, though, and I didn’t get shot by any cops so there’s that. Always a good thing.
Things did get interesting later on in the day though. Got what I can only describe as a telepathic message from that Sundial person I emailed earlier in the week about being a regular supplier for them. Turns out they wanted some stuff after all, and some things I hadn’t thought of. So I’m going to be looking out for those things for them, I think. Regular cash is always better than cash that might or might not get paid. And I mean, I can still sell some other stuff on the auction site to make a bit of cash on the side as the need takes me. Should work out well all in all.
Still not looking good on the housing front though, annoyingly. But hey, I’m hoping that that’ll pick up next month or something. It has to at some point, right?
Anyway. Don’t have much time to write tonight, I’ve got chems to steal and stuff.
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Re: Murder Ballads
January 30th, 2015
It’s weird. I’ve been a vampire for just over two weeks now and I still don’t think I’m properly understanding what’s going on with it all to be honest. I mean, I’d have to be mad to think I’d get a proper handle on it all in a couple of weeks - it’ll probably take years to be fair - but I was kinda hoping that I’d know what I was doing a bit more. It’s all… I don’t even know how to put it really. Everything’s just… more than it was before. Sounds, smells, everything. It’s overwhelming. It’s like everything’s been turned up to eleven in my head and is always on, even when I’m sleeping.
And don’t even get me started on the constant hunger. I mean what’s up with that? Vampires are supposed to get all they need from blood right? So why doesn’t it do much for me? Literally five minutes after I’ve had a blood pack I need another one. And then another one. And then another one. It’s ******* insane. And even when I tried feeding from humans it’s still exactly the same. Either I’m doing something really wrong or there’s something wrong with me. I’m leaning towards the last one to be honest. I mean, it’s pretty hard to get drinking blood out of a little plastic bag wrong, really.
Anyway. All that aside, I am starting to find my feet a bit more with all this. It’s not perfect by a long stretch, see above, but it’s better than it was originally. I know more what I’m doing, I’m keeping myself busy and I’m vaguely starting to meet new people. For business arrangements, granted, but that still totally counts as meeting people and getting to know them, in my opinion. That, and my thieving, give me a fairly steady source of income and that’s always good. Got have some way to keep paying for stuff, and savings are always good too.
I’ve been thinking I might take a couple of nights off at some point. Go out on the town, treat myself. That sort of thing. I’ve been working really hard the last couple of weeks and I think I’ve earned a bit of a break. There’s not many people that keep themselves occupied every hour they’re awake after too. Granted, it has been worth it - learning new stuff about what I am and what I can do just for one thing - but it has also been exhausting. Also I don’t know how that much stuff could affect me or even if it could, now that I’m the immortal undead. Which still sounds really weird to say out loud. Or write down. Whatever. It’s weird and I can’t see myself getting used to it any time soon.
It would be good to go out just to meet some new people though. I mean, I can’t exactly hang out with the old crowd can I? Not now I’m dead and all. People might notice that sort of thing, especially with the near constant blood drinking. Tends to stick out, all in all. And I’m guessing there’s some sort of community out there for people like me. There has to be, right? I know I’ve seen other vampires while I’ve been wandering around, and I’m pretty sure some of the bars I’ve been to in the last couple of weeks were run by them too. I’ll have to do some quiet asking around, see what I can find out.
Still need to find myself a place to call my own, too. I keep checking the real estate listings but so far nothing’s been up there. Don’t know what’s happening with that really. But hey, the longer it takes for something to crop up the more money I’ll have to buy a place when it does. So all in all I guess it works out. Not sure where I’d like to live though. A place in the quarantine zone would be nice ‘cause it’s close to everything I need, but I’ve kinda always wanted to live somewhere with a nice view. Zombies and barbed wire don’t exactly count as a nice view, as far as I’m concerned. There’s a couple of towers I’ve seen that look like they might be good though, and they’re not too far away from my usual haunts so I’m going to be keeping an eye on them for when or if a place comes up.
All in all, as odd as this life is I’m quite enjoying it so far. Still got a lot of stuff to work out and I’m sure there’s stuff I don’t even know I don’t know yet, but I’ll burn those bridges when I get to them I guess. It’s been a weird entry this one. Complaining and some hope too. I guess that’s what journals are for, really. Stream of consciousness ****. Just getting it all out there and then reading back and wondering what the hell you were thinking at a later date. Still, it’s been good so far, though I probably won’t be updating it every day like I had been though. It won’t be exactly the best read ever. So yeah. More later.
It’s weird. I’ve been a vampire for just over two weeks now and I still don’t think I’m properly understanding what’s going on with it all to be honest. I mean, I’d have to be mad to think I’d get a proper handle on it all in a couple of weeks - it’ll probably take years to be fair - but I was kinda hoping that I’d know what I was doing a bit more. It’s all… I don’t even know how to put it really. Everything’s just… more than it was before. Sounds, smells, everything. It’s overwhelming. It’s like everything’s been turned up to eleven in my head and is always on, even when I’m sleeping.
And don’t even get me started on the constant hunger. I mean what’s up with that? Vampires are supposed to get all they need from blood right? So why doesn’t it do much for me? Literally five minutes after I’ve had a blood pack I need another one. And then another one. And then another one. It’s ******* insane. And even when I tried feeding from humans it’s still exactly the same. Either I’m doing something really wrong or there’s something wrong with me. I’m leaning towards the last one to be honest. I mean, it’s pretty hard to get drinking blood out of a little plastic bag wrong, really.
Anyway. All that aside, I am starting to find my feet a bit more with all this. It’s not perfect by a long stretch, see above, but it’s better than it was originally. I know more what I’m doing, I’m keeping myself busy and I’m vaguely starting to meet new people. For business arrangements, granted, but that still totally counts as meeting people and getting to know them, in my opinion. That, and my thieving, give me a fairly steady source of income and that’s always good. Got have some way to keep paying for stuff, and savings are always good too.
I’ve been thinking I might take a couple of nights off at some point. Go out on the town, treat myself. That sort of thing. I’ve been working really hard the last couple of weeks and I think I’ve earned a bit of a break. There’s not many people that keep themselves occupied every hour they’re awake after too. Granted, it has been worth it - learning new stuff about what I am and what I can do just for one thing - but it has also been exhausting. Also I don’t know how that much stuff could affect me or even if it could, now that I’m the immortal undead. Which still sounds really weird to say out loud. Or write down. Whatever. It’s weird and I can’t see myself getting used to it any time soon.
It would be good to go out just to meet some new people though. I mean, I can’t exactly hang out with the old crowd can I? Not now I’m dead and all. People might notice that sort of thing, especially with the near constant blood drinking. Tends to stick out, all in all. And I’m guessing there’s some sort of community out there for people like me. There has to be, right? I know I’ve seen other vampires while I’ve been wandering around, and I’m pretty sure some of the bars I’ve been to in the last couple of weeks were run by them too. I’ll have to do some quiet asking around, see what I can find out.
Still need to find myself a place to call my own, too. I keep checking the real estate listings but so far nothing’s been up there. Don’t know what’s happening with that really. But hey, the longer it takes for something to crop up the more money I’ll have to buy a place when it does. So all in all I guess it works out. Not sure where I’d like to live though. A place in the quarantine zone would be nice ‘cause it’s close to everything I need, but I’ve kinda always wanted to live somewhere with a nice view. Zombies and barbed wire don’t exactly count as a nice view, as far as I’m concerned. There’s a couple of towers I’ve seen that look like they might be good though, and they’re not too far away from my usual haunts so I’m going to be keeping an eye on them for when or if a place comes up.
All in all, as odd as this life is I’m quite enjoying it so far. Still got a lot of stuff to work out and I’m sure there’s stuff I don’t even know I don’t know yet, but I’ll burn those bridges when I get to them I guess. It’s been a weird entry this one. Complaining and some hope too. I guess that’s what journals are for, really. Stream of consciousness ****. Just getting it all out there and then reading back and wondering what the hell you were thinking at a later date. Still, it’s been good so far, though I probably won’t be updating it every day like I had been though. It won’t be exactly the best read ever. So yeah. More later.