Chapter 39: Chapter 38: A reorientation of tasks and goals

Day of the bite:

My fever takes me as I lay here on my bedroll, spread out over the stone floor of the dungeon.

It has been a day since I was bitten by the creature, the ghoul. I killed it. But my body is too hurt to walk with. I am drained. I am stuck down in the very dungeon that I have spent my entire childhood, my life, in.

Venom courses through my blood.

So, instead, I lay here and I scribble into my notes. It is all that I have.

I am tired.

One day later. I think:

It is as much my home as the city is, as my own four walls are — the dungeon.

For nearly sixteen years, I have come to this place almost daily to earn my bread and my keep.

I found my first sword in this dungeon. I had the best memories of my life here. When I earned my first money to buy a present for the first girl that I ever loved, it was in this dungeon. When she left me a week later and I spent days crying as if I were on the precipice of death, thinking that I would never recover from my broken heart, I was howling down in this dungeon.

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I didn’t just ‘work’ here. I lived here. Even if the core might disagree, this dungeon is my only home. I love it. I tell it as much as I lay here, feeling my eyes go dark.

It might just be the fever talking.

Something is here.

Ten days after the bite:

I have returned to pick up my journal that was left behind.

I am well again. I am alive.

Something came to me and nursed me back to health. A being.

— I can not explain it. It made me promise never to speak of what happened.

So I will not.