I'D RATHER PULL OUT MY OWN TEETH.

[Tain Rosdahl]

((rewrite in progress))


I'D RATHER PULL OUT MY OWN TEETH.
really, Tarrik, I would.

(( THE JOURNAL OF TAIN GRAYWALL ))

1. THE SPEAKEASY -

So I'm writing this half-drunk, which is more or less what I've been for the past week. It helps, a little. For those of you who might someday find this and wonder why someone on the fast track to potential Head Medic of Fulsi ended up drunk in exile outside a bastardized church, I'll give some backstory.

Two weeks ago, the Carna came at night. They had explosives, molotovs, and every manner of weapon. The first wave was a massacre, we weren't prepared, who could be? I was blown straight out my window in the towers and passed out, I missed a lot of what happened. I saw the aftermath, though. I'm a medic, I did what I could, which wasn't much for a lot of them. I saved Getta though, Tshaun and Rick too, following after the Carna. Eventually I caught up and it.. it was worse than anything I've seen. I can't describe the smell to you, the burn in my eye, nose and throat, but it was like an army of hell had risen straight out of the earth. Their faces were painted red and black and they fought like they were possessed. Casey nearly got killed by their leader, I thought he was dead until he showed up in the morning. There was smoke everywhere, fire and fighting, it was chaos, and it was all I could do to stay out of it and try and help the wounded. At least until he showed up.

He's easy for me to remember even with the face paint; short and stocky with brilliantly pink hair, though it was matted and filthy by then. I don't know what I did to make him angry, maybe he's the kind of person that doesn't need a reason. I tried to just run, I always do, but he was dead set on mauling me. Guess he got his wish, once I was nearly gone he changed, a massive bear, and laid into me. Lets just say I won't be shirtless on magazine covers anytime soon. I lived somehow, obviously, almost certainly thanks to my regenerative ability.

Two mornings later, Damian and I talked. That same afternoon he publicly shamed, then exiled me. So I came here, it's better than nothing. I'll admit, it seemed like a better idea back in the city, trying to get in with Carna. It's probably a suicide mission, I know, but I've got to try. I stand a better chance than the hunters or scouts, and I'd be useful. Even the Carna have got to want their people healed up good, right? If I can, maybe I could stop it next time they attack, or at least warn the Fulsi.

The Carna are monsters, but maybe even they could change? All I want is for this all to stop, the raids, the fights, the death. It's like they forget we're all prisoners, that we don't need to slot ourselves into these stupid war machines we call rings. We do the Keeper's work for them, it makes me sick. Tain out.

2. THE DOCKS -

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3. THE SEWERS -

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