Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.

Day Eighty Six

The local authorities have lifted further restrictions on the quarantine law. Unlike before, when there was much trepidation about what would happen, there seems to be excitement and a measure of satisfaction. We cannot help but be pleased that the first relaxation of the quarantine went so well that we are able to move onto the next stage, and there is excitement that maybe the worst is somehow past us and we can return to something like our lives before the dread lord arrived.

Even I can feel the difference. We changed little of our new habits with the first lifting of restrictions, but now we are considering venturing out further into the world. Perhaps visiting a restaurant or a salon. It seems that the protocols put in place have worked and that is good, for it was unlikely we could maintain the restrictions for as long as the grippe reborn shall stalk us.

That is what tempers the hope of this day, the knowledge that the dread lord has not been thwarted and will remain present in the shadows of our lives for the foreseeable future. There is much talk of the walls and defences that are being designed and tested, that these will soon be able to withstand the grippe reborn’s attacks. But it is just talk and despite our greatest efforts so much remains to be done. It will be a long time before they are ready and able to hold the dread lord at bay, longer still before his power wanes.

In the meantime we must find a way through these strange days.