Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 10 (Alpha Release)Woman Claims To Have Caused The Blue Ash CrisisThis entry is rousing. We received a letter from a Chino Tokuma who claims to have worked on a secret project that caused the Blue Ash Crisis.It took little time for Apricot to track down this Chino Tokuma. The magazine article had little substance and a lot of speculation claiming the letter was too sensitive to publish. The neighborhood was pleasant to say the least. A quiet urban sprawl, a few children playing in the alleyways. She passed by several houses spruced up with plants. She had always found the inner city to be less than pleasing. All that concrete and how it was devoid of nature. This area, however, it was beautiful. The brick apartment buildings are surrounded by so much vegetation it appears as if they naturally grew out of the ground themselves.The sound of a stream echoed as the other side of the road was home to a creek. 1514 Dujho street, after seeing the nu
Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 9 (Alpha Release)Traveling the streets Apricot followed the signs and symbols all over the city. It was late evening, and the sun had set. A treck into several bars and other shady looking places resulted only in funny looks as Apricot tried to hint at purchasing a gun. She had been kicked out of several and she was sure by now the police had been contacted at least once about her inquiries. Still, it was a matter of life and death. If she did not have a suitable weapon, she could not end her nightmare. She owed it to her family, including herself. While gesturing and speaking her mind was dueling between the two thoughts.Walking out of an automotive body shop named "The Grease Monkey" Apricot lets out a low sigh. "Pssst!" she hears from across the street. She sees a middle-aged man of Uchellan decent in normal attire waving her over with his hand. "Miss, overhear." the man says. Apricot felt an extreme amount of apprehension being cont
Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 8 (Alpha Release)The wooden gate to Apricot's family home opens with the tug of her pale hand. Cars and well-kept shrubbery line her street. The shadows from the fixtures under streetlight purpose a constant suspicion of danger. "They are coming to my house now," Apricot whispers under her breath her eyes darting towards every strange shape. Stretching her fingers through her hair she tugged at her roots, the pain stealing any hope that this was a bad dream. Drawing a deep breath, she shivers as the cool night breeze brushes against her skin. A sense of comfort covering her fears for the moment as the air was not frigid.Apricot had concluded these phantoms caused phenomena in their surroundings. Arctic temperatures followed them along with electrical disturbances. These two signs satisfied her as Guidestones to identify when these beings were near. Moving through the night streets, Apricot could not help but notice how empty her quiet burrow seems.