Days 14 & 15 of 35:
…So, I forgot to post this yesterday. The entire post was ready, and I didn’t hit publish.
And assuming that, after tonight’s festivities, I won’t be feeling up to posting a blog update AND writing what actually needs to be written, I’m making the executive decision to start posting every other day, rather than every day. I think it might help the sense of overwhelming I’m feeling if I take just a little off my plate, and this seems like the most valid option.
ANYHOW, BACK TO THE WRITING.
Word count: 1799
Total word count: 16834
No-context line of the day:
Our squad has been separated. While two of them have landed outside the Biosphere in relative safety, the other five have more or less landed in the middle of enemy territory.
Ferals are what the World Council calls anyone who lives outside of the Biosphere. When the Biosphere was first created, there were, naturally, a lot of Ferals. As time has gone on, though, the Council declared the Feral population died out through unrest, loss of resources, and radiation sickness.
This, of course, was not the case.
In attempting to save the rest of the squad, Flynn manages to get himself stabbed in the side. As their resident expert of all things outside the Biosphere, death is not an option. The squad is working against time to keep him alive and find the rest of the group before they manage to get into similar trouble.
Songs: Watch Me by The Phantoms, Bury Me Face Down by grandson
My favorite lyrics: “With just one look you’re gonna be obsessed/I give it all I got, and never any less”
“Oh, I got troubles that won’t let me be/But I won’t get tired, set the town on fire/’Till my troubles got trouble with me”
What else do you want to know? Leave a comment, and I’ll try to answer it in future posts!