Entry 1.4

Location: Where I left this note
Date: July 30th, 2097
Time: 10:58 p.m.

Dearest Jack,

I hope that you find this note in time. I really would rather you not be captured by the Saiev. Truthfully, that would put a bit of a damper on both of our days. It hurts to tell you this, but I didn't leave to look for what I thought were signs of my little brother across the bluffs. My little brother died six years ago, in a car accident, at the beginning of the Great Migration. One of the Flocks was in the process of moving and the car they were in had to turn around before they were scented by the Flock. Unfortunatly, the Flock saw them before they could get away. My sister and I were in a seperate vehicle behind the one my parents and my brother were in. We were carrying the supplies; while my parents, brother, and the couple that they had picked up to help escape the Flocks were in the lead car. The Flock managed to tear the doors from the car. It scares me, how a group of infected 'humans' can rend and tear metal like that. Thank whatever diety may be watching over us that ninety percent of the Flocks have been contained. Imagine if they were all running about like they used to. Oh well, a straggling Flock here and there are easily dealt with as long as they don't exceed ten or so 'people.' I hope that people stay smart and do as the Saiev tell them and don't go moving about during peak Migration hours. Though it's the safest time for me to move as well seeing as theres a tiny chance that I'd be caught, rather than if I were moving about during the downhours of the Flocks. Jack, love, I really left to save you. I knew they'd come looking for me soon. That's why I slipped you something at dinner the other night. To make you forget about me. It's a slow acting mixture that slowly makes you foget about the past. A type of amnesia inducing solution. Jack, I'm sorry, love. I really am. I timed this so that you would have enough time to finish reading this poorly-written letter before you drifted off to sleep and completely forgot about me. Jack, I love you. I really do. I'm sorry that I can't be there to protect you. But if the Saiev find you and can't find a single trace of me in your memory, you'll be safe. I know you'll hate me for this, Jack. I know you'll be angry. But it'll keep you safe. Imagine if you knew about me? They wouldn't be kind to you, Jack. They'd torture you for information, and in the end, they would throw you into a Flock holding pen. If they didn't devour you, Jack, you'd turn into one of them. I know how hard it was for you to see your uncle as a part of the Flock, Jack. I know how hard it was for me to see my mother that way. Every fiber of the human soul revolts against seeing something so familiar being that way. The Flock would do terrible things to you, Jackie. I'm trying to protect you, Jack. I can't let you become that way. I just can't. Jack, forgive me. Please just forgive me for this. The Flock is what we're trying to eliminate. If the Saiev made you a part of that......I don't know what I would do. It's hard being rogue in a world like this. It's hard knowing that we can't fight against them. What little fighting we can do, doesn't do very much at all. It's like we might as well not even be trying. I'm really sorry, Jack. I'm so sorry...

Always yours,
Pepper