Part of me wants to leave this house. Part of me wants to get on the next bus or just take off running. Part of me wants to burn it to the ground.
Why, you ask? Because we've been here a few weeks. A few weeks with a roof over my head and a soft bed at night. A few weeks of hot showers. A few weeks of no worries. Hakuna matata motherfuckers.
And I know it's going to end. Because it has to. Nothing lasts that long, especially if you are a runner. Something will happen - Lyron will get tired of us and try to kill us (probably not likely, but possible), one of the Fears she doesn't work for will attack (most probable), a comet will crash into the earth creating a thousand years of darkness (very unlikely, but still), maybe none of those things, but something will happen.
And we will have to run. And we will miss the roof over our heads and the soft beds and the hot showers. It's like Lyron is saying, "Here. Here are all the things you are going to miss. Go on, enjoy them, that just means you'll miss them more."
In other news, I have been reading about the Choir. Lyron gave us packets of information and mine was filled with reports and articles and studies all about our good old grey fungi friends. Needless to say, most of it is contradictory, most of the witness statements are less than useless, but there are nuggets of gold. I just need to find them.
Speaking of Lyron, she and Kenny were put off (well, that's putting it mildly) to something I said during the interview. I think she's avoiding me, which is fine by me. Kenny, however, seems so inquisitive that I think he's going to ask me a million questions whenever we're in the same room.
Well, back to research. And I thought I wouldn't have any more homework when I started running.