*morning*
I already
told Mike we’re going back to base. I characterized Ann by using the word
“maniac” when stating why we needed to go. I think it fits her. For some
reason, it never occurred to me until this morning that obtaining a car would
get us back faster and safer (plus, if by chance I saw Ann, I could run her
over). I plan to go out as soon as I’m done writing this.
*evening*
We made it
back to base. Two soulless almost got to Mike, but I took care of them. The
truck was surprisingly easy to find. He thanked me, but at the time (like most
of the time), I wasn’t in the mood for talking. Mike’s seeing a doctor right
now. As soon as I parked the truck, I ran to my room to grab the journal pages
documenting my dream, but I couldn’t find them. If Ann could sabotage those
rifle silencers without me knowing, she could have snuck in and out of here
with the pages, especially while we were gone. The only real evidence to defend
myself, to show that my explanation isn’t crazy and she took it. I wasn’t even
that good of evidence since a mad man can write in blood, but I wanted to show
it to Mike. Now I have nothing except my word (there’s the hand and footprints
I painted over, but that would take some scraping on my part and with my luck,
they probably disappeared. She’s one step ahead of me.
You’d think
after being out in the open for so long that I’d bask in the safety behind
these walls for a while. I didn’t. Not when what I truly fear can scale them. I
took a walk outside, avoided the soulless and just looked around. Again, I kept
hoping to see her. In some way, I wouldn’t mind dying by her hand since that’s
what I’m expecting to happen anyways. There was nothing save for a few stray
soulless.
I went back
to the armory and looked over the rifle silencers. Nearly all of them had
something metal blocking the opening. I removed the potential dangers and
stored the silencers away except for the few I wasn’t done with yet. I’m going
to finish them now.
*late evening*
Mike came
to see me and he asked what I thought happened out there. I was really ready to
tell me even if he didn’t believe me when there was the sound of gunshots from
outside. We went out and found Moses and Victor outside the door of the base
talking with two guys (Valors) who wanted Julie. When Mike refused to hand her
over, they proclaimed they’d return tomorrow with a present. This definitely
didn’t sound good to me. There’s less of them now since our prior incident with
them, but we don’t know just how many there were to begin with or just how
great their influence is. I’ll stand by Mike, but I’m not looking forward to
more death.
*night*
I practiced
with the sniper rifle by “hunting” soulless from the watchtower. Impossible to
hunt at night, you say? No, just really, really difficult especially without
night vision. I was glad to have the moon out. The swift motion of their bodies
hitting the ground alerted me that my proficiency with the weapon hadn’t
changed. No one heard or saw the shots thanks to the silencer (at least, I
don’t think anyone saw the shots). As much as I’d prefer to be part of the
action, I feel like I have more control over battles in a sniper position. I
can see everything; I can see who needs help, and who is the real danger to us.
I must say,
I really admire the people of this base. They all want to remain and protect
it. Then again, values and objectives change when the time comes to make true
on words. I hope they are serious. I don’t want to lose another home.
Mike asked
me what I was going to say before, but I told him I forgot. I remember how
first realizing that things like Ann could exist in this world shook me up and
Mike doesn’t need that now. This battle coming up is more urgent. I think I’ll
finish off my double sledge before tomorrow. Super glue and nails will have to
do.
- Jack’s Diary
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