It's amazing what we are capable of when we've lost everything.
We had a plan. We were prepared. Or at least we thought we were. So many have fallen. I recently returned from the west coast. Got a distress call from my brother. Two words,"They're here." I knew what it meant. It meant what it always means, too late. I arrived in at Twentynine Palms, CA to find the military base in ruins. How could they take a military base! It's already reached the coast! There are no more safe havens. No more comfort. All there is left to do is fight.
And the University still refuses to recognize the war that's upon us. They can't see past their own bureaucratic bull crap. Well, they deserve what the get and I wont lose any sleep over it.
Jesse and Chris seemed to have faired well in my absence, of course any amount of "alive" is well. Jesse is running a "flock" I hear. I just hope his compassion doesn't sink him. Chris has risen to the head of the resistance. Maybe he can be a light in these dark times, but I wont hold my breathe, of course I don't hold out for much these days.
That's the only good I've returned home to. They took her. They took her and I wasn't able to protect her! They've taken everyone I love from me! I will have my revenge. I will not rest until I have piled there bodies to the sky and lit a fire that can be seen for a hundred miles!
This is not over.
The Saints are going hunting.
:END LOG
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