runs, I
could get her. I only need to take out the business suit, after all.
But I don't want to. I ain't a fucking killer. I know I need
to be. I need to be for Desiree's sake. Fuck, it's for my sake just as much.
Probably more. Desiree don't fucking know what's going on. Not anymore. She
won't fucking know anything ever again. Just thinking about it makes me so mad,
I can't hardly fucking think. Which is probably how I need to feel to get this
done.
The bitch in the business suit. She's the one who has to
suffer. For all the pain she caused. She deserves the absolute worst. I think I
can do it. I hope I can. I ain't a killer. But this ain't real life, so I don't
have to be me. Ain't that just fucking wonderful?
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 02CHRISTINA
ENTRY 009
DATE: 4/23/2074
I went out with Julia. Back to that spot where the crazy
psycho lady tried to kill me. I knew what she was doing. She's not stealthy at
all. But I played along. Her little trick didn't scare me, pretending to see
someone. I attacked them and acted, for her.
What scared me was what I did see. There was someone out
there. A real someone. I couldn’t get a good look. They weren't wanting to be
seen, and no matter how used to the dim lights I was, it wasn't hard to hide
yourself. But there was definitely someone. I saw them a few times, following
along with us. I didn't tell Julia. She thinks I'm breaking. Maybe I am. But
she's still fragile, too. Can't worry her, and I didn't want her to think I was
just seeing things. That wouldn't make her feel better about any of this.
Of course, maybe I am seeing things. I don’t like it at all,
though. Real or not, there's someone. I'm not looking outside. I might see
whoever this bastard is. If he's real. Or she. Or it. I don't know. I just
don't fucking know.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 05CRAIG
ENTRY 010
DATE: 4/24/2074
The house isn't right. Everything looks right… but nothing
looks right. Like someone was in here. Which worries me. I checked through
every room and didn't see anyone. But one of the traps got tripped. A net I
made from bed linens. But it's been cut through. Or burned through, judging by
the marks.
I shouldn't worry. I'm just paranoid, and I know that. It
doesn't help that I didn't find anything to help fight anyone who might show
up. No luck at all. Which sucks ass.
I still can't shake the feeling that I'm not safe here. But
I'd be a lot less safe if I tried to move. Definitely. I just… I'll have to get
over it. I'm writing it here: at this exact moment, I'm going to pull myself
together. Doesn't do me any good to worry about the things that could be
happening, or that could happen at some point in the future.
I sure do make a lot of affirmations in this damn journal.
While I'm being unrealistically positive, I may as well
write about how they're bound to let us all out. And about how Tina's not
really dead. I'd throw in how it might all be a dream, but I don't think that
would be all that good. What the hell would it say about me if my brain could
come up with this kind of shit?
ENTRY END
Evenstad Enterprises Expands to Include New Agricultural
Arm, Evenstad Farms
4/24/2074 at 2:19 p.m. EST
Today, Evenstad Enterprises, parent company of Evenstad
Technologies, Evenstad Media, Evenstad Foods, and over a dozen other companies,
announced yet another member to their family: Evenstad Farms. According to
newly appointed COO of Evenstad Farms, Marta Evenstad, their goal will be to
'acquire new, fertile farmland, then ensure it is properly tended so as to
avoid the past mistakes of the human race.'
For the past several decades, viable farmland has been
scarce. If Evenstad Farms' plans work out, it could be a new beginning. While
no more information is available at this time, we will keep you up to date as
news reaches us here at The Cruise.
JOURNAL 11SUSAN
ENTRY 010
DATE: 4/26/2074
Kid's good. Got me in a net. Burned my leg cutting my way
out with that laser. But I'm
could get her. I only need to take out the business suit, after all.
But I don't want to. I ain't a fucking killer. I know I need
to be. I need to be for Desiree's sake. Fuck, it's for my sake just as much.
Probably more. Desiree don't fucking know what's going on. Not anymore. She
won't fucking know anything ever again. Just thinking about it makes me so mad,
I can't hardly fucking think. Which is probably how I need to feel to get this
done.
The bitch in the business suit. She's the one who has to
suffer. For all the pain she caused. She deserves the absolute worst. I think I
can do it. I hope I can. I ain't a killer. But this ain't real life, so I don't
have to be me. Ain't that just fucking wonderful?
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 02CHRISTINA
ENTRY 009
DATE: 4/23/2074
I went out with Julia. Back to that spot where the crazy
psycho lady tried to kill me. I knew what she was doing. She's not stealthy at
all. But I played along. Her little trick didn't scare me, pretending to see
someone. I attacked them and acted, for her.
What scared me was what I did see. There was someone out
there. A real someone. I couldn’t get a good look. They weren't wanting to be
seen, and no matter how used to the dim lights I was, it wasn't hard to hide
yourself. But there was definitely someone. I saw them a few times, following
along with us. I didn't tell Julia. She thinks I'm breaking. Maybe I am. But
she's still fragile, too. Can't worry her, and I didn't want her to think I was
just seeing things. That wouldn't make her feel better about any of this.
Of course, maybe I am seeing things. I don’t like it at all,
though. Real or not, there's someone. I'm not looking outside. I might see
whoever this bastard is. If he's real. Or she. Or it. I don't know. I just
don't fucking know.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 05CRAIG
ENTRY 010
DATE: 4/24/2074
The house isn't right. Everything looks right… but nothing
looks right. Like someone was in here. Which worries me. I checked through
every room and didn't see anyone. But one of the traps got tripped. A net I
made from bed linens. But it's been cut through. Or burned through, judging by
the marks.
I shouldn't worry. I'm just paranoid, and I know that. It
doesn't help that I didn't find anything to help fight anyone who might show
up. No luck at all. Which sucks ass.
I still can't shake the feeling that I'm not safe here. But
I'd be a lot less safe if I tried to move. Definitely. I just… I'll have to get
over it. I'm writing it here: at this exact moment, I'm going to pull myself
together. Doesn't do me any good to worry about the things that could be
happening, or that could happen at some point in the future.
I sure do make a lot of affirmations in this damn journal.
While I'm being unrealistically positive, I may as well
write about how they're bound to let us all out. And about how Tina's not
really dead. I'd throw in how it might all be a dream, but I don't think that
would be all that good. What the hell would it say about me if my brain could
come up with this kind of shit?
ENTRY END
Evenstad Enterprises Expands to Include New Agricultural
Arm, Evenstad Farms
4/24/2074 at 2:19 p.m. EST
Today, Evenstad Enterprises, parent company of Evenstad
Technologies, Evenstad Media, Evenstad Foods, and over a dozen other companies,
announced yet another member to their family: Evenstad Farms. According to
newly appointed COO of Evenstad Farms, Marta Evenstad, their goal will be to
'acquire new, fertile farmland, then ensure it is properly tended so as to
avoid the past mistakes of the human race.'
For the past several decades, viable farmland has been
scarce. If Evenstad Farms' plans work out, it could be a new beginning. While
no more information is available at this time, we will keep you up to date as
news reaches us here at The Cruise.
JOURNAL 11SUSAN
ENTRY 010
DATE: 4/26/2074
Kid's good. Got me in a net. Burned my leg cutting my way
out with that laser. But I'm
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