-Day 1-
It hasn't stopped snowing, snow is all I see, journals are all I have. Simon was proficient to documentary, he wanted me to continue writing. But why? Nobody will ever see these journals, it's desolate... or did he know, I would find a fire in this blizzard?
-Day 2-
I continue to walk, I'm no longer cold, I don't know what cold is, or why? Simon and his journals are all I know, there's nothing else, should I know? I see a town, and the snow is lightening up, this is my chance.
I set up camp from the previous town I've raided, hopefully I won't be ransacked... honestly, I need someone, anyone. Hope is all I need in a world with no survivors.
-Day 3-
There's no snow, no snow for miles, what happened? I guess this "Snow" will carry on into this town, nobody is there probably. Just another hopeless container for my needs and all in between.
I keep walking, I see footprints, likely another animal, I'll hunt later.
-Noon Time-
This isn't a town, this is a city, a large one... I hear, feet, I-I can see, people... finally, I can see-
It appears I am in a cell with bars surrounding it, just small enough for me to be contained. I called out for help a little while ago, nobody or, "nothing", has shown up, I think it's a new day.
-Day 3-
I'm unsure, but to be careful, this is "day 3", just in case I was knocked unconscious for the day. At least I know I'm not alo-... I hear footste- those, sound like hooves? A Elkin approached my cell, I know their kind, it was in Simon's journal, they are intelligent, self sufficient, but "flimsy" beings.
(Dialogue)
"Containment unit number 1, why have you approached Elinkth without proper transfer documentation? Who is your leader, what are you motives? Please answer now."
"I am Snow, I have no leader, motive, heartland, province, I don't even know who or where my pare-"
"What, are, your, motives!?"
"I was only coming to these lands to see if there was any civilization left, to see if I can find any clues to where Si-, my friend went..."
"You said you do not have a heartland or province, correct?"
"That is correct Elkin."
"Ahh, you know of my kind, then how did you not know this is Elinkth, heartland of Elkin kind?"
"You see, my... dear friend, had these journals, he left me when I was young, and I-"
"How old are you, specimen?"
"I... don't know, it's unclear, I've only recently started my own journals, one request of my dear friend. I don't seem to age much, if that's any help."
"And what are you, you appear to be foreign specimen, over land maybe?"
"In the journals, there is no distinct being outlining my figure or attributes. There is a section devout to "Snow", my name, in which, my friend, didn't encounter anything like me, I am assuming... so he classified me as different."
"You must be examined for classification, please remain put as your escorts make their way here. I'd like to request, please do not make this hard for us, we only want to help you, thank you. And, one more thing, while we examine you, do you mind if we attempt to take in information your friend may have had in those journals?"
"It's what he would have wanted..."
"Thank you specimen, your graciousness is appreciated for Elkin cause."
(Dialogue Ends)
I have spoken with the Elkin, they are going to attempt to classify me in formal setting, they are interested in me, I believe. I trust they will finally answer to who and where I belong to.
I hope...
