Pissing on the grave of my past life.
Fuck these zombies. Like I’ve got to deal with this nonsense on my day off. Claire was just on her way riding the metro bus downtown to pick up Rebekah so they can finish that grad project by next week.
The acting ‘rogue’ government for the Lone star Republic of Texas had issued a stay at home order except for ‘essential workers and other regional personnel’ who were on the frontlines of this crisis.
Claire has dressed rather clandestinely as to disguise her identity and status as an independent citizen and lone student. It’s not like her non-binary gender affiliation or past connections to the most influential people of the trans community had anything to do with her secretive nature. But she couldn’t take any unnecessary risks and place her most vulnerable lover, Rebekah, in any danger given her family’s access to Saudi leadership. They were still funding her education with crypto and didn’t know about her secret relationship with Claire. After all, to be involved in a same sex illicit affair could not only sever any and all ties to her family’s inner circle, but can leave her without the money to survive. The Saudis will behead any gays or otherwise, if they didn’t publicly denounce the alternative lifestyle and shame those who merely glanced at another of the same gender or touched each other’s hands in the direct view of the watchers.
They are resurrecting corpses back from the dead to fight this shit. Those experimental shots, well all that is funded by the same ones controlling the puppet strings of these politicians who have now gone underground hiding in those tunnels leading to the vast network of command posts all across the country.
Claire was a member of the local Dark Arts Coven. All of the core members integrated their passion through the expressive, creative, or musical experience fused into the forces of mother earth’s chaotic savage artistry only found by becoming One with the Storm inside.
Her mother’s voice always beckoned her from the grave. It’s as if she was still guiding her along that path. God knows she’s as fucking lost as ever and Rebekah was the only one that could save her from this earthly hell she found her ass in once again. She was her personal Jesus, her Savior, her redemptive light that allowed her to see what others could not.
Just ask yourself, what is your reason for being. Who the fuck do you live for and what rules do you choose to obey?
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