Running from nothing

It didn’t rain much overnight, and with the parka, I managed to stay warm enough. I would have slept well enough it wasn’t for the nightmares. I think I woke up once or twice. I feel stretched thin, like fat that’s spread across too much pilotbread. I spent the whole day trying to work up the drive to go tell Scar what I found. Or any philodox, at this point. But, it was… well, I guess I’m skipping ahead.

I started out by trying to find some food. Nothing. I’d do very poorly as a member of the Omega Tribe. I remembered what Rebecca (the cannibal) said about the woman in the van, and I decided to stop by there once I gave Yellow Horse his gift. ( Giving Quin his gift )

( Dinner from Ila, but no fortune telling )

( Oh, god, it's Rebecca again )

( Running away from one Gnawer, and into two others )

It’s starting rain again. If this was in the wilds, I could make a shelter to deal with it. Or just take the wolf shape and go some place dry. I don’t like it here at all. I’ve piled enough cardboard to keep some of the rain off me, and I’m wearing my parka again. I did a little work on it first, though. Almost done, now. Gives me time to think - I’ve been making bad decisions ever since I came back. This thing about the cannibal, even if she is a good person in every other respect, is getting dumb.

And it’s not just making decisions: Being afraid of Earth-Whisperer mounting me, telling a Mage I just met to do things to my body, pissing myself in the tunnels, and these nightmares, just to name a few things. What the hell is going on with me? I’m supposed to be the wisest of the warriors, but I’m sure not acting like one.