Waylon Reid's Journal
February 23rd, 2019:
Everett said she'll visit. I told her not to, given the ice and cold, but she's insisted. She should be here in the next few days. I heard the howling again. Doesn't sound like wolves. I found my old 30-06 and fired a few test rounds. Aims pretty true but the recoil's a bitch. The translation on m.s. 4182 is proving a right bother. It's definitely authentic. The humidity here's not good for it, but I can't really travel on my own so it'll have to do. I've got a dehumidifier but… well, there's only so much it can do.February 24th, 2019:
Didn't sleep a wink. Maybe one. Fucking wolves. I shot off towards where the sound was coming but it kept up. Every time I nearly fell asleep, there it was again. I tried to occupy my time on the ms. References to St. Gregory. Gregory was canonized late 7th century right after death so no surprise.February 25th, 2019:
Got a bit of a reprieve from the howls but not much. Checked fuel reserves -- should be good for a few more weeks unless there's a bad enough storm. "Order of St. Gregory". Doesn't make sense. There is the Ordo Sancti Gregorii Magni; the Pontifical Equestrian Order of St. Gregory the Great, but that was put in 1800s by Gregory XVI. This isn't that. Can't be. Everett to arrive tomorrow.February 26th, 2019:
Everett said I was fussing, going stir crazy. She took care of some of the housework, checked on the generator. Looks like it's been exhausting into the house. She said that's why I can't sleep. Still working on the m.s. Unclear on origin of this Order. Looks like might be set up by Gregory himself. Usual bullshit about fighting satan. Maybe some pseudo-templar thing?February 27th, 2019:
Not a fucking wink. Everett heard it too. She couldn't sleep either. Howls. Wails. Those wolves are hungry. Haven't been right for weeks I think. I haven't slept decent for a few weeks, and barely a z for the last few days.Remove these ads. Join the Worldbuilders Guild
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