15th to 17th March 2019
"We had a home. Somewhere safe for the first time in years without number. I never knew anything but danger, so the Manor was a place of serenity.
Now though, now the future is uncertain. None of us know if we can keep this place safe for those of us here, or those who may come. The villagers are still uneasy, and may never accept the Unwanted. Chants of “Freaks!” still come at night. Although they haven’t approached yet. Only time will tell.
Simmonds was a hero to us, he kept us safe and gave us this home. In his memory we will try to keep it, and continue his work.
Poor Simmonds, to be cured only to be told he was a Monster, to be told his family are dead and he has nothing to live for, by one of the people supposedly there to save him… Christ, what a mess! We’ve all thought about it, in our darkest hours, most of us have fight left in us and keep going. But poor Simmonds, he had nothing left, literally.
If I ever meet the guy who told him the harsh truth in his most vulnerable moment, I’ll kill him. And not in a humane way. I’m not sure I could stop myself, even if I wanted to. Simmonds didn’t deserve that, not after all he had been through, or given the fact that it wasn’t his fault.
That guy needs to face punishment. I know his face, we all do…
The others, for the most part, are welcome here again. They tried their best and did what they came to do… even if it wasn’t the outcome they were hoping for.
For now, we continue. One foot in front of the other. It’s all we have, it’s what we are used to.