Welcome to the next episode of Archi’s Diary, a weekly entry in my favorite amnesiac’s journal as he tries to adjust to a world he doesn’t remember. Now with a proper cover by Patrick Crooker. Go visit his website at www.crooksandcrafts.com.
Episode 11 – March 2016
Nothing happened. Last week I killed a man, left a bloody mess behind, travelled across the country by public transportation for three days and nothing happened. No police, no men in dark suits, no foreboding drones circling above, nothing. Nobody even spoke or acknowledged my existence when I broke down crying at one point (not the first time it happened).
I’m trying to focus on getting out and getting my head straight, but it’s hard. I keep seeing blood on my hands and face, even though I washed and checked myself multiple times. I get flashes of Steve’s face at times, and I see Steve screaming, fighting, bleeding and not-moving in my sleep. I see him as a gory corpse. Or as a furious undead. I no longer have that fear inducing emptiness… I see Steve. Last night, undead-nightmare-Steve came out of the emptiness and tried to pull me in. I woke up screaming and must have terrified quite a few nocturnal beasties. When I stopped, the forest was awash with fleeing animals.
4 days ago I made it to Folkestone, a small coastal town with a ferry service to France, and I’ve been camping here ever since. I found a small wooded area North of the town and made a temporary home there since I can’t leave the country. I spent most of my resources on getting a decent tent and a few supplies from a local outdoor store, so at least I don’t have to gamble on the weather or sleep on benches anymore. Also getting here cost me a lot of money, especially because I tried to be as unobtrusive and anonymous I can be. I even got lost once or twice which cost me a heavy fine from a particularly nasty conductress. I will have to make a note of that.
Most days I go into town to leach off a local cafe’s Wi-Fi and find a place to wash up. I have very little left in the way of money or clean clothes, but I’ll have to make due. I can’t afford to look homeless if I want to be taken seriously in any potential job situations. I set up a freelancing profile and a few payment options online, so I can do the majority of my work there, but I don’t really know if I have any bankable skills. And I need a bank account for this to work, which is cumbersome without an ID and a permanent address. I tried to befriend a few baristas locally, which might be of help further down the line, but I’m also afraid to drag anyone else into this mess.
Anyway, 7 days travelling and establishing a camp has made it clear that I need a options and have to plan ahead. If I boil it down to basics, I really only have three options
Turn myself in – I’m still considering this option. I killed a man. In self defence, but still… yet the lack of a manhunt intrigues me. Gruesome murders usually get into the national news or at least the local papers. What if the Institute has covered it up? What if there’s no body, no evidence and that’s why it hasn’t been reported?
Hide – Possible, but I still have no ID, no place to call home and no network to rely on. Even if, and that’s a big if, I manage to land regular work and maintain some kind of existence here, I would be fully dependent on either deceiving the system or on other people for money, and cross my fingers really hard that nobody comes looking for me.
Leave the country – Unlikely, unless I’m smuggled out by unsavory individuals. I would have to either sneak aboard a ferry and not get caught, charter a boat (which might get intercepted or caught on arrival), or maybe swim it, which is a very big NOPE. I’m not swimming across 40 miles of heavily trafficked ocean. Might as well flee via the Eurotunnel on foot. I passed a service facility when I arrived.
I think tonight’s the night to reexamine the files. I need more information on everything. Where the memory stick came from (do I have an ally?), information about Folkestone and what my options are, how to get an ID and most importantly;
I need to decide if I’m going to turn myself in.
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