Bennett Brown's Questionnaire

I don’t really live anywhere, not in the normal sense. I move from place to place in an old Helix Defense lazaret, part ambulance, part chapel, part coffin if I get careless. Home used to be St. Louis, in a church-run orphanage with cracked stained glass and kind hands. But that’s gone now. These days, I park where the wounded lie and the devil’s work still burns. Highways, cratered villages, makeshift bases those are my pews. My lazaret’s packed tight: a prayer corner, worn medical stretchers, cabinets of gauze and scripture. There’s a crate for my dog(Benjamin Williams), and a sidecar bolted to the bike for emergencies or passengers. I live in motion because evil doesn’t stay still. And I go where I’m needed, because that’s what peace demands.

I am enlisted with Helix as a frontline field medic. My pay was regular, but not generous—enough to keep myself supplied and the lazaret moving between assignments. The Church supplemented what they could, especially in the early years, when I was just starting out. Donations from congregations, charity networks, and sometimes grateful survivors helped me stay operational.

I didn’t spend money on much. My needs were simple: medical supplies, fuel, tools, and scripture. When possible, I stocked up on rations and water purification tablets. I sent what I didn’t need back to the orphanage near St. Louis—the one that raised me. If I was ever seen spending money on myself, it was usually to buy a hot meal for someone who hadn’t had one in days.