(Found on a desk in an office in a large, vaguely castle-like home, free of dust.)
Journal of 'King Andreas'
(Because yes, I, the writer, feel like exaggerating.)
Latest Journal entry.
It's been months since I wrote in here...
Or even held a pen, really. My bow feels more fitting to my hand now. That and my sword, my shield, and my ax.
I was a medieval enthusiast before... Ah, let's just say... Before. Always wanted the quality things. Good, tough weapons, functional armor. None of that aluminum foil garbage. Talk about a payoff, right?
...Still wish it wasn't.
I set up my place as a fort, and it's still running. I was a rather wealthy man, and so I had a large, almost castle-like house and grounds. My medieval enthusiasm had me make that six foot brick fence into a fourteen foot stone wall, with a pathway around it. My gate was an actual gate, with a portcullis included. Can't recall how much it cost me. Cash is worthless now, anyway. My wife indulged me so much...
We have fourty-odd people here, and try to maintain a semblance of normalcy. The terror hasn't left us, but we're adjusting. I'm always on the walls, shooting arrows at... them, nowadays. Folks took to adding a 'Sir' in front of my name recently. Probably the armor. Some of our survivors had the good fortune to bring some seeds with them, and so we've tried to start up a farm. Those that would rather fight than work are sent to watch on the walls. One of those bastards tries to get in, we'll know, and we'll put them down.
In the meantime, my little holdout needs to scavenge around for supplies. It's a lot of work, considering the amount of people we need to feed and clothe. Everybody gets a turn doing this ...but my wife and daughter died the other day doing so. Our supplies are low, and while I'm distraught at their deaths, my friends (the three I have left with me) are supportive and help me function, continuing to keep the peace around here.
It's amusing, really. Everything I wanted to have... a kingdom (sort of)... knights (sort of)... wearing arms and armor centuries old (or inspired by such, anyway)...
Without my Queen and my Princess, it's so empty...
Supplies are good for a week, at least.
Discovered method of manipulating the horrors. They seem to be intrigued by fire. Exits and re-entry are often painless.
Trying to rig spare grill into rhudimentary forge. Rebar is in great supply, and our current weapons need repair, too.
Creatures are as numerous as when first defended against, despite numerous slayings. Bases of walls surrounded by bodies of them. Are we attracting the fiends?
Lastly, I seem to have developed insomnia.
edited 20th Dec '13 12:35:59 AM by Enduring_Knight
In a cynical world, I strive for ideals. In an age of pragmatism, I act in chivalry. I am the Knight. Long may my spirit Endure.