Problem I guess with telling people you're "going home" is that it's very difficult to do so when you don't have a "home" to go back to. The apartment I was renting has no doubt been sold to someone else by now... all my stuff probably auctioned off to pay my tabs. And my parents? I don't even know who they are anymore. I thought I was just estranged from them but now... heh... guess that was another of Onewinged's lies, so... for all I know they're really dead and the house is burned down. Guess I could ask Third, but fuck that guy. Seriously.
So, Plan B it is.
You guys... you're about to really start groaning at me or something when I tell you this. But I guess there's no avoiding that so... fuck it... like I even care anymore.
Presently, I'm sitting alone by myself in a sealed underground bunker at an undisclosed location in the middle of fuck nowhere with about half a year's worth of general supplies... Again. Looks like we're right back where we started, huh? Well, maybe not exactly, all things considered but... close enough as far as you people are concerned. I am right?
So what am I doing down here? Well, s'not like I had anyplace better to go. May as well "finish the experiment" before I kick the bucket, right? I've had this place in the works since I was in the first one and realized I wouldn't be able to stay there forever. Basically a backup, for when, not "if", things went bad. I guess my intention was to see if it would take him as long to find me here as it took the last time.... would it be longer or shorter or... what? Not sure I really care anymore though. I'm just sorta here now because I don't have anyplace else to go.
Besides, it's comfortable. The air's not very fresh, but you get used to it. It's cool by comparison to outside and I don't need to worry about the weather. Plus I have a little fan. There's a power outlet and accessible wifi, so my laptop is back to 24/7 operation and I can just sit here and play Fallout or watch Power Rangers on Netflix until the Construct decides to show up and kill me.
Also, this chair is not a hard park bench or uncomfortable roofing. Small luxuries. Enjoy them.
Anyways... I'm here if you need me. And if you don't, then... well, I guess I'm here anyways.