It is perhaps a cruel irony that the woods is the least safe place to be in. I'm well versed in survivalist skills. I could live quite comfortably in them almost indefinitely. But the monster forces me to retreat to cities, which are far less kind to someone of limited means. When I chose to live in the City before, I had hoped to rely on safety net programs that are supposedly all over. I wanted to believe that it was only temporary, and that I would come out the other side and go back to school.
I did not account for the level of discrimination I faced while seeking that kind of help. A black man without a job is not to be trusted-a genderfluid person is too sinful, a homeless woman of my color is obviously a whore. Aid was denied me again and again, but somehow in the City I never really felt alone.
From what I'm reading, there used to be a sense of community among those the monster chose for his prey. I wish there still was, as I have never felt more alone. If I were actually planning on posting this, I would take this opportunity to plea for aid or companionship.
Instead, I simply have to realize I've lost the only thing I had left.