Elenore Isaak's Questionnaire

My home town is Centreville, Alabama. However I do not live there. My home is the road, living wherever I want. Living in my camper at any rest stops. Driving my truck wherever I like around the country. Living somewhere rooted gives you the least amount of the world to see. Living on the world becomes your backyard practically. I can see fields of grass one day and mountains the next. A wonderful way to live and great for my job too. I can see there are a lot of drawbacks as normal work could not afford it and keeping in touch with family is non existent. Luckily I really don't have to worry about my parents calling me and seeing how I am.

Luckily my father left me a pretty good sum of money when he died as well as his home and camper. Most of which I kept in a savings account now. I do have a job though. I wouldn't stop working just because I came upon some money, my father would roll over in his grave. My job is photography, usually freelance photography. Which pairs very nicely with my living style. As I can travel and find the best places both in nature and in populated areas to take pictures, and that they are both unpredictable. Although when I am in town for a long period of time I will pick up a small job for under the table cash sometimes. My spending is not quite frugal but not conservative either. While on the road I will stop by small diners and eat local food. Although I will keep canned foods within my camper. I keep my camera and lenses in the best condition possible and only buy new ones if they break or scratch so the most of my money goes to gas I think.

Ambitions? A lot of people have ambitions that are hard yet somewhat possible. I know that my goals are pointless and are realistically unachievable. Killing or destroying all hostile paranormal entities will never happen. I have come to understand that watching my father work but even so every monster less is one less harming ignorant humans. That what helps me sleep at night, at least thinking that I am helping someone else's future. I have chosen this path and I will not leave it. Walking it as far and long as I can before I die. I'm already on a time limit as it is so dying doing what I want is a life worth living. I see no point in doing something I don't want even if it is pointless to others.

I lost my father. We were very close. I never had a normal life. We were always on the road for his work but we had a lot of quality together. He taught me how to use firearms and survive out in the wilderness for extended periods of time. We didn't have a lot after my mother died but we had each other. Well that was until the last day of his. We were camping out in New Hampshire. He had to do some surveying of an area. He... He didn't make it back to the camp site by his usual time. He been acting off all that week but I thought he was just more stressed then normal. So I when to check on him. I found him sitting looking at the mountains. I laugh and asked if he was enjoying the scenery.  He said yeah. I chucked and sat next to him. After a bit we stood up and start walking back until I looked back. I.. it was.. My father was melting. His body was becoming the fungus that's within us. I always knew that the fungus tore us appear but we always healed back. But he just wasn't. He just stood there before becoming a puddle of blue fungus. I didn't even know what to do. I was scared, afraid, but I felt nothing in the end I just felt hollow. I walked back to camp and sat for hour not knowing what to deal. After the shock was done I will admit I felt angry why wouldn't he tell me that something was wrong why would he let that happen. I was furious, driving for days not knowing what to do. I couldn't even bury a body. 

Alexander Thomas Isaak, my father. I speak about him probably too often. He was a biochemist and was very good at it. I spent most of my life with him going on trips for his work. He was the closest to me. He home schooled me and taught me things that will help me with my goals even now which I do thank him for.

Myra Jane was a childhood friend that I keep in touch with although sparsely as we rarely see each other. We met at a facility where both of our parents were working at the time. We both were clever and went roaming around restricted areas for fun. Although by now it's been over three months since we last talked and Myra said she was going to join the same organization my father worked for. I highly discouraged it.

Jeffery Owens is a frequent client of mine. I have never seen him in person. Although by now he has bought over a hundred photos from me and often requests ones of mountain ranges and of wildlife. Honestly like a fourth of my money comes from him.