Dear Diary: Entry 1
Just the fact that I am writing in a diary implies how low I have sunk. But with no humanity around, I must do something to keep my thoughts orderly or else I will surely go insane. It’s been…I don’t know how long since the war ended. Everything is gone. Maybe if they had actually let me play my proper part in the fight this could have all been avoided. I should have practiced more for the practical examination. It’s not my fault I’m naturally tense. Ironic, I think, that I was the only one of our division to survive when I was, as they often told me, “the worst spy in the history of our project.” Well. Look who’s laughing now, Commander. Me. Ha-ha. I get to live in the apocalypse and you don’t. Or die slowly….
I take it back, he’s probably laughing his ass off.
Dear Diary: Entry 2
This atmosphere is doing nothing for my nerves. Its very hard to stay silent and stealthy when every movement makes me jump out of my boots. The world is so damn QUIET. And the things that DO make noise look like they could rip your spine right out of you! It doesn’t help that I still haven’t gotten over my habit of….of high pitched startled noises. Or as the Commander used to call them, “little girly shrieks.” I’m glad he isn’t around to see me now. It’s been two days since my store of food ran out and I haven’t been able to find any. I’m going to try searching in another part of the city, if I can summon up my courage to get past the giant, mutant creature that lives in the house across from mine…
Luck to me.
Dear Diary: Entry 3
Success. I got into the other part of the city, though i lost a bit of my scarf getting past that monster. Apparently it enjoyed having me as a neighbor. Oh well. And it seems that I’m not alone! I saw a fellow sneaking into a trashed warehouse and sneaking out again with bags of what I can only assume are provisions. Upon further inspection, I did indeed find massive stores of somewhat-edible food there. I’ll be set for a few weeks at least. I just have to be sure that they don’t catch me “borrowing” from their stores. I’ll need to keep careful tabs on them if I want to remain secret. Good thing I’m a spy. Stealth and information gathering are my specialty.
Dear Diary: Entry 4
So far, so good. I’ve been keeping tabs on all of them. Yes, them. Plural. Multiple survivors. Four, to be exact. They are quite exceptional, it seems, at surviving in this impossible wasteland. They even have time to make their own training drills every day. Their leader drives them hard, keeping them in shape in many creative and interesting ways. Sometimes I marvel that they can survive the ordeals he puts them through. Blue (he’s the first survivor I saw) seems particularly good at the drills and is always ready to try another. I have files on all of them now, Leader, Blue, Green, and Orange. Leader and Blue have the biggest files. In fact, at this very moment I’m watching them try to perfect an aerial travel device. It seems promising butFFFF….
that was close. The Leader looked my way. I don’t think he saw me, all my gear is dark and dusty and blends pretty well with the landscape. Even my goggles are brown, so they blend in nicely…I think i hear footsteps, just a se
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