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draw attention to myself. The medallion made a loud
noise, but I had to try. I couldn't see, but I don't think I got anywhere close
to the ceiling. I can't even see the ceiling. Probably too high up, anyway.
    But I'm still stuck here, just waiting for something
terrible to happen. I'm forcing myself to eat, right now, because I know that I
need to keep putting fuel into my body. But I'm barely even tasting it,
anymore. It's like I can feel myself fraying. Right now, it's small things,
tears at the edges of my senses. But it's only going to work deeper and deeper.
Something has got to change. Otherwise I'm not going to make it out of this
hellhole intact. Of course, I still might not make it out intact, even if I can
pull myself together. Not if only one of us can survive.
     
    ENTRY END.

JOURNAL 02CHRISTINA
    ENTRY 002
    DATE: 1/11/2074
     
    In the end, it was the food that got me where I am. I could
smell it on the air. I never learned to cook. I guess it got sacrificed for my
career. Not that big of a deal, really. Except that I've spent nearly two weeks
subsisting on tap water and canned vegetables. So, I admit it, I was weak. I
smelled real, cooked food and I went for it. I was fully ready to attack
whoever it was that had it, too. Luckily for both of us, it didn't come down to
it. This Julia lady, she was willing to share her dinner with me. I'd actually
say she was happy to share, which I don't get. Unless she wanted me to eat it.
Flashing on the witch in the gingerbread cottage. Come eat my food so I can
shove you in the oven.
    That's why I ate in the living room, not with her in the
dining room. She wasn't about to get anything over on me, if that was her
intention. Really good chicken, though. I'm all around impressed with this
lady. She's managing to keep her cool a hell of a lot better than I am. Which is
pretty damn scary. She's carrying on life like nothing's going on. Which means
she's got a reason to be confident. Or she's some kind of sociopath. Either
way, not things I want in an opponent.
    But, so far, she hasn't tried to kill me. After I finish up,
I'm going to head to a new trailer so she can't find me. But she's already
invited me back for breakfast. I'll probably come. If it's anywhere near as
good as this dinner, I'll be more than satisfied. But I'll be keeping a good
watch on her, too.
     
    ENTRY END

JOURNAL 11SUSAN
    ENTRY 002
    DATE: 1/12/2074
     
    I've set up defenses around the trailer. It's taken some
time, but it's important. I have no tools, but I've torn apart pieces of the
house to do what I could. I dug holes, made some makeshift nets from sheets,
put some things around the door. I had to go to a few other trailers, get
hinges, tear open mattresses for springs. Nothing is strong, but it will
suffice. Good enough for me to get at them with the medallion.
    I want that money. Twenty million dollars. I can hole up
here and be just fine, too. No need to run about looking for people.
Eventually, they'll find me. Will replan if I run out of food before then.
Already gathered provisions from surrounding trailers. Should be able to stay
here a while. Will improve traps and alarms tomorrow. Sleeping now.
     
    ENTRY END

JOURNAL 04JUSTICE
    ENTRY 003
    DATE: 1/12/2074
     
    I'm a fucking idiot. I'm letting everything get twisted
around in my head. This Desiree, I think I like her too much. Not, like, loving
kind of way or anything, but definitely something. She's hard not to like.
She's kind and kind of broken, and I can't resist someone broken. I see so many
broken people driving cab. So many people in general, but the broken ones stand
out to me. Always have, and it's been known to get me in a lot of fucking
trouble. When you get involved with broken people, things don't necessarily
turn out for the best. Not in my experience.
    And that's why I'm a fucking idiot. She's so broken, she
believes in God. Honestly, how the hell can she believe in some benevolent,
all-loving sky daddy when we've all been chucked