Monday, November 3, 2014

Tristan MacFallan - 13

So that's it, we're out on our ear. No more community and its people to protect us. They'd always been suspicious of us, and my elevated status seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back.  After walking all day and avoiding the mobs that roam the landscape looking for easy pickings, I've managed to secure a little shanty with more holes and spiders than shelter. My wife is disconsolate, basically given up the will to want to live. Is it possible to have pre-natal depression? I have no idea. But I'm thinking she is the one who now doesn't want to bring a child into this world.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Chief Rita Songworth - 13

I no longer take much notice of the people outside the training area that is sectioned off for the aircrew and soldiers who will soon board the ES Siren. At least we're getting fed and keep warm. The training is just something else to take my mind off all the shit that's happening in the world and my parents dire situation. If I could take them with me I would, but only the fittest and most skilled are welcomed aboard the Siren. And my parents and weak and sick, made ill by pollutants and the stress of survival. I can only hope to make them proud.