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I am glad to report I am feeling much better. Although I still nurse a pretty bad headache, my throat no longer hurts and I have had the energy to get up and move about the house. I don’t recall when Sarah showed up at my place, only I opened my eyes and there she was. I thought at first that I was either dreaming or delirious ( Read more... ) -
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Today has been tough. I don’t think I have had the energy to do much other then to drag myself to the bathroom every now and then. My throat feels as if I had been forced to swallow razor blades, followed by a glass of lemon juice. Not to mention the horrendous headache that unforgivingly beats the inside of my head in rhythm to my heart. Lying in ( Read more... ) -
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These past two days have been horrific for me. The weather has finally broken my defense, and I now suffer from flu like symptoms that I pray are not early signs of the disease spreading rampantly across the city. Not enough is known of this sickness to positively say what the early symptoms are, and that thought alone has had me on edge all day ( Read more... ) -
Down with the sickness
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Invitation
What a wondrous evening it turned out to be. I was happy to find that Sarah again took it upon herself to make herself at home within my abode. Not only did I find the bathroom cleaner then it was even when I moved in, but I also took note that she straightened up all over the house. It is my opinion that every home needs a woman’s touch before it ( Read more... ) -
Journal entry, Jan 30, 07
I hope that last night will be the final mark. My soul cannot bear the burden of another needless death to aid in the coverup. Why did I ever agree to be this pawn in a battle I know nothing about? Images of this strangers shattered face still give me the shivers, my bruised knuckles barely allow me to type this entry. Time to put it in the past, ( Read more... ) -
Mark 21
*A young man in a dark grey suit stands before the courtroom reading an entry from a journal before him. His enthusiastic persona does little to break the dark mood of everyone who listens intently to his words ( Read more... ) -
Hangover?
*The sounds of gunfire break the silence of the night, and before me shadowy figures hunker down for shelter behind the remnants of base Alfa. Surrounding me on all sides, lay sprawled several men rendered unidentifiable by the curtains of bullets flying in our direction. The moans of the wounded and frightened could be heard even above the loud ( Read more... )