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Day 1,192

Around here all the apartment blocks are so close together that the communal garden spaces between them are little more than buckshaw and ivy nests rarely used by actual people. The wildlife (or rather, the city counterparts to actual wild animals) thrive there to the extent that iron gates now surround them all.

It doesn't stop the animals from getting in or out but it makes us feel safer. Unfortunately the buildings are all so close that they hop from overhang to overhang to window ledge and often climb into the stairwells. There's nothing quite as disconcerting as seeing something vaguely cat-shaped saunter past you with a mouth full of blood and fur. Worse still to see it on your windowsill first thing in the morning.

In spite of the animals, these apartments are the safest places to live in the area, namely for the unique wildlife and the way it acts so aggressively protective over the resident humans. If you move in and manage to live there for more then three months you become part of their pack and pack kill for each other on a regular basis. Humans and animal alike but I never said that.

I certainly didn't say that the animals are more than happy to be pointed at a stranger and left to sin their teeth and claws in. All meat is food to them and anything not pack is meat. Moral issues aside, you'll get used to being pack and the permanent iron tang to the air. The alternative doesn't bear thinking.

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