Field Notes: Week 7 – Sunday
They came at night…Those things… The way they moved, the way they screeched—it was like the forest itself had birthed them, shaped them to hunt us. I understand now. We…
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They came at night…Those things… The way they moved, the way they screeched—it was like the forest itself had birthed them, shaped them to hunt us. I understand now. We…
See articleRumors are going around. Something’s going on in the 5th arrondissement. What exactly, we aren’t sure.We captured a raconteur—barely more than a scavenger with a knife and a bad sense…
See articlePatrolling solo is always a bad idea, but sometimes there’s no choice if we want to get enough coverage. I was near the Jardin des Plantes, keeping a low profile,…
See articleI’m more and more grateful I made it to the Arc. It offers some semblance of life, community. Without that, people get strange… We were on patrol when we saw…
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