The sky right now is so dark I can hardly see anything, occasionally it lights up with electricity. I managed to make my way to a cellar so that I don't get burned by the rain. There are a few weeds here that I can eat. I don't know how long it will be until I find food again. It doesn't matter. What matters now is sending these letters. I have to send these letters...
-Sydney
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Chemical Letters
Science FictionA bundle off letters sit on the floor, soaked in foul smelling things, and stained with something that looks suspiciously like blood. We're all gathered around them, reading, trying to decide what to make of them. The "chemical letters" they're bein...
