So it probably caused more damage amongst the birds than the humans.
So now half of the hospitals in Paris are full, so no one is trying to fight back openly.
I would bet my ass thatLibérationhas never had so many new recruits.
I guess I’ll have to ask Cassiopé when she wakes up.
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Cassiopé
Idon’t know how long I slept, but when I finally wake up, I still don’t feel like myself.
Oh god, I smell so bad.
I’ve taken two showers before going to bed and yet I feel like I didn’t manage to get rid of the filth of the trash system.
Maybe the scent is stuck in my nose permanently?
I sniff my pillow and the scent gets stronger.
Nope. Not just stuck in my nose.
Slowly, I get out of bed and throw my shirt into the trash.
Soon, the bed sheets follow.
There’s probably a way to get them back to normal, but I can’t be bothered with it.
They’re just a proof of what I’ve been doing for the past few days and I don’t want the reminder.
I drop everything in the bathtub and set it on fire.
I’m not about to set Notre Dame on fire just for the sake of destroying smelly fabric.
I get ready with the shower head in case the fire grows out of proportion, but the fire stays in the bathtub.
At least the fire stays where it is.
The smell, on the other hand…
Oh god. The smell is awful.
It’s like the fire multiplied a hundred times how nasty it smells.
I run to my window and open it as I activate the evacuation system in the bathroom. It’s supposed to be for when there’s too much mist after a hot shower, but it’ll have to do.
I wait a bit longer and when there’s only ashes left, I bring back my trash can from the bedroom and fill it almost to the brim.
It’ll have to do.
I’m not sure I made things better though because all I can smell now is the weird mix of fire and trash system.
Ew.
I want to puke again.
But instead, I hold my breath while I bleach my bathtub and rinse it.