*A small book that has the word "Journal" on the front*
First, if anyone finds this and reads it, I'm not a girl. Now thats's out of the way...
City 45,
I just arrived from the last city, it's also a fucking hellhole, just great. I have had two rations since I arrived here, so it's not all bad. I have the rightmost apartment and some food in the fridge but... Fuck. I miss my friends, I miss James... Not much has happened, I found a nice dark stairwell and an alleyway. What's wierd is there's this old guy, he's probably like 50 or something, and he's got these wierd green bandages on his throat. He doesn't seem to talk. People have been asking me about mumbling numbers and letters again, so I must be doing that again, muttering my thoughts and all... I wish I could just fucking help here, but I have zip connections, I've got nothing. I need someone who HAS something ,like james... Damnit james, why'd you have to stay in the last city. I can't even remember what it was called. Whatever, I'm gonna go for a walk or something.
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