I can't believe it, myself!
So, yesterday I was out on a provision gathering mission (read: went grocery shopping) and found this collapsed woman in dirty clothes. She was just outside Walmart, so I didn't think much of it at first. But then she started mumbling. I was just barely able to hear her saying my name. Something about needing help.
That's when I recognized her.
It was Cathryn! You know, Defiled Shepherd!
So, I brought her with me back to the base and went straight to the medical station, where our doc (codename Life) was taking a nap. I woke her and she started doing stuff. I don't know much about medicine.
But holy shit, it was Cathryn!
I can't wait for her to stabilize so I can talk to her again! I'm not too worried about her body dying, you know; she is a sentient mask that the body absorbed, after all. It might say something about my morals that I don't care about an innocent person dying if my friend gets to live, but I just don't give a fuck anymore.
Crap. I've just been summoned to talk to Hades. Have I mentioned how much I dislike him? I'm pretty sure I did. Oh well.
Until next time. Maybe I'll be able to tell you about this meeting.
Unlikely.
