The Gardner File - Part 8Excerpt from the diary of Jessica Motier
August 27, 2084
It's hard to believe this place used to be a church. The likely once-beautiful stained glass windows are now boarded up, the pews have been replaced by rows of bunk beds and makeshift living areas, and there's none of the classic imagery you'd expect in a church. No crosses, no icons, no paintings of saints or apostles. It looks more like a warehouse than anything else, and it feels like a bus station. New people show up and stay for a day or two, then usually move on. There's only a few people who have been here as long as Michel and I have. I feel somewhat isolated, but safer here than I would anywhere else at the moment. Alistair seems to be a genuinely caring leader, always looking out for those under his charge.
During my time here, I've heard a lot of stories from people passing through. Some are like Michael, outcasts from a vampire house, banished for some offense or another. Some are people who just never could fi