diary of a porcupine -Psuenda_
I will tell you one thing, it's that quills and blankets don't mix, which is why I sleep with an unzipped heavy duty outdoor sleeping bag that has been my friend for a few years now. The reason being is that creativity is one of the most important things a writer has, it is more important than the cure for cancer of one individual. Just for my tone of speaking. But about 8 hours form now, I will wake up and proceed with the group to the fortified high school, one of the last stable buildings surviving this nuclear winter that we are in. just words to ramble, but still you must listen with prime interest of some sort, how odd. But like I was saying my best friend is a sleeping bag, and I always sleep sideways whenever I can. It was turning into those dark years, when the day began to get shorter than the rest of them. Making everyone so sleepy, even when it is probably 7:01 pm right about now. But for me, I keep my quills cut and short, but not to stubby, for there are still some nasty radiation hardened abominations out there, in the cold, tampering with the environment. I remember in second grade we were taught how to identify postwar wildlife prints from the contaminated ones, now called "Reverts". An odd name, and quite anti ironic considering what revert meant.
I was very thankful to own a heavy and warm sleeping bag, each member in our house hold, (not my actual family) was limited to one medium duty blanket, for we all had to share in the coalition. I was lucky, and will be for a while, I had also owned a bed, and a room, which was partially shared with others to store their belongings in the closets, and here and there they would occasionally drop in to get a few supplies from their wooden safes, with always unlocked doors. We collected anything that we could find useful. Old or new shoes, clothing, food, books, yes I just said books, we can all read, it wasn't the end of the world, just the end of the society in this continent. Small objects and knickknacks as well as tools where very popular on the market, mechanics and engineers paid well to obtain these trinkets of the past. We struck gold a few times, raiding, no not actual breaking in and killing people but looting the now deserted fallout shelters, filled to the brim with untouched goodies that where the salvation for the reconstruction of the fallen angel known as society. But we weren't the only ones raiding, our band of survivors altogether where called the/a coalition. For now there are 3 coalition based in the areas, of Syracuse, now a forgotten land, where shadows of the past can be seen just by walking down the street. Houses still burnt from the nuclear blast. There were many "Hands off zones". Zones that were unexplored and deemed too dangerous to go in without armed protective service from the military based coalitions in the residing state of New York, now called Psuenda. These military coalitions provided protection for our groups of survivors from whatever came in our way as a threat, whether Rabid gangs or Hordes of reverts. But it was all the same, protection for money, and / or trading. Hell some members of our coalition were even allowed to join for military service for a cut of the goods and information on combat training. But back to our house hold, we, and I mean I, are a scavenger and worker. I find anything of value and store it until the next time I visit a local merchant. When I comes to work, I do my own fair share of choirs to keep our pack of survivors up shape and running.
It is now 7:29 pm. Getting closer to bed time, and during the winter days as it is now, sleep is easy to come by, silent and safe. We do keep weapons and guns with us, and some of our pack members do have experience with them, so we are good off alone for the night. It may be colder at night, but a useful method is to double fold your blanket and cover you self with it, it helps a lot, during the colder times of days during this season, or should I say indefinite season.
The rest of the boys are down stairs. Mject is probably in his room and reading next to the lamp. Probably still wearing double layers of clothing. Double layers are an important way of keeping warm, all it is, is wearing 2 layers of clothing, that are deemed comfortable and working outside with them on. Tomorrow I will put on my weathered hiking boots on, and get started on the day's events, but right now I'm off to bed.