((Private journal entry, but feel free to comment.))
It’s been a quiet time for me, since I returned from visiting my parents. I’m afraid I’ve been downright lazy and reclusive, reading at home when I could be out and about. I did attend last month’s Aether Salon and the Ball, but that’s it, really. There are also plenty of projects I could be working on, but instead, I’ve been letting them pile up and pile up. Shame on me.
Even New Babbage has, for the most part, been quiet. There was, of course, the terrible to-do concerning Pip’s death, but I decided I’d stay well out of that debate, at least until cooler heads can prevail. And though I’ve not seen her yet, I’ve heard that Miss Stargirl has recovered from whatever was troubling her over the past several weeks. Definite good news there.
Still, the mood of the city has grown more disquieting over the past few days. I keep hearing whispers of zombies. I might or might not discount that, but when I visited the Palaeozoic Museum a couple of evenings ago, I heard…something…a strange moaning and growling. Miss Elleon said that Mr. Mornington thought it was only the building settling, but I have my doubts. That night, for the first time in ages, I dreamed of that horrid time last year, when I had my first encounters with those horrid creatures.
I think I’d best make sure my rifle is in good working order. And I think I still have the vaccination weapon that Dr. Dayafter developed–I wonder if that might work after all this time.
Bookworm closed her journal, and sat staring out of the window in front of her desk, chewing on the end of her pen. After several minutes of abstracted thought, she suddenly stood up, jammed a hat onto her head, grabbed her pistol (an action that had become reflex over the past several weeks), and strode out the door.
She headed northwest to the Palisades district of the city, and the Europan consulate there. Inside, she asked one of the staff members to send a short wire, which she handed over on a slip of paper. That done, she hurried out again.
The staff person glanced down, quickly reading the few words written there.
RUMORS OF ZOMBIES INCREASING. STOP
WILL KEEP YOU APPRISED. STOP