Alexandria's Genesis

No-name's Journal: All Collected Entries

July 4, 2532; digital entry: Nearly 800 years ago, the thirteen original colonies fought against the British. We celebrate our great nation's independence today, and for a good reason, too. It is said that the war will end soon in favor of us. I can go back to my family in the near future. Nothing warms my heart more.

None of the crude nuclear weapons have been used, nor the much more advanced black matter weaponry, but the close is near, even without using them. Trent is back at base with me, but Kyle and Rick are on duty. They'll be back soon as well. We're having a party upon their arrival.

I'll see you soon, Jessi.

July 22, 2532; digital entry: Kyle and Rick haven't returned. We know that their squadron was ambushed in firefight. Results are still coming back; we'll find out who's still alive.

The battles are still going on, not letting go of the pain of war. It stopped lightening up. They say something weird happened. I guess I'll see soon enough; I've been called into duty recently.

Better hold off a while, Jessi.

July 30, 2532; digital entry: This is my last chance at a terminal, so I'll have to make this count. Rick never came back. He was one of the deceased. Kyle did stay alive, though. He talked all the time about the black stuff. Did the enemy get hold of black matter weaponry? Anyway, he was shot, so they're taking him off of active duty. Lucky him.

The war is heating up again. I'm afraid I may not make it back. It's no longer certain that the USO (United Space Organization) will win this war.

Please pray for me, Jessi.

August 15, 2532; written entry: So. A few things happened. The jetpack battalion lost a few members in the firefight we encountered, so I'm being promoted. Can't say I'm too siked, but it will be interesting to fly that thing with a weapon in hand. Obviously, we managed to defeat the enemies. They retreated.

Then while we were setting up camp, the ground started to rumble. They say earthquake, but I call bull shit. Something is up.

I'm still hanging in there, Jessi.

September 1, 2532; written entry: I won't be able to write for a while, but hopefully not too long. we're headed into major battle. I'll probably be in combat several days straight. and after this, we're being sent into space. Pretty sick, eh? It is cool, but it's very dangerous. Without the masks, any hole in the ship will rip the air from your lungs faster than you could think to hold your breath. And the suits protect against the heat and cold.

I'll be missing you, Jessi.

February 4, 2557; written entry: Been a while, eh? Twenty five years of active duty. Well, it's really been much more than that. Battle plans were going, well, according to plan. But both sides were hit with something, a small black matter missile I thought. I figured out I was wrong later. Now, every day is war, every hour a battle, every minute a firefight. Every second I spend, I am paying attention to the world around me.

Trent is still alive and buzzing, thank god, but our entire army was wiped out. Our platoon of twenty five people or so left right before the incident occurred. And it looks like neither side was spared. I don't know why they would want to bomb themselves, because there were no commands from HQ about sending the missiles.

Anyway, our platoon is surviving on our own, without contact from anyone else. We've been going on like this for two decades, losing a man here and there to natural causes. We also got into several small firefights, resulting in multiple casualties.

Right now there are nine men, including Trent and myself. We've picked up munitions here and there, and hunted for food. We're all going a little crazy. But the craziest thing, is that we all saw the same thing. Some sort of black figure. With black magic, or something. It didn't notice us, but we are fearful it will come back.

We finally catch our escape today. But in the oddest of places. The enemy has picked us up, with no need for surrender or with harsh manners. They say we need to work together to beat something. What that something is, I don't know what. But as I sit in this ship, the world looks wrong. Had they used the nuclear devises? Black matter?

February 10, 2557; digital entry: I'm currently in the enemy HQ. They have been most kind to us. I would think reverse psychology, but this is too nice, too relaxed. They're actually being nice to us.

I've gotten some major sleep. I've only gotten up for food. Trent isn't taking it so easy. He's so skeptical of them. Thinks they're buttering us up for our plans. Good thing we have none.

February 29, 2557; written entry: I've erased any mention of my name in every one of my entries. Trent was killed by the black man. We were all attacked by the black man. I left with two others in my squad, but everyone else went for the emergency exit, which didn't go well. There was a mass murder in those tunnels. No one reached the teles. Our alternate, "unsafe" route proved fruitful. Unfortunately, now we're back on the run.

Oh, and the names. Trent kept a journal as well. He always left his name, date, and absolute location. I only give the date now. The black man is a time traveling monster. They think I'm insane. I wouldn't doubt it. Starting to think it myself. But I'm still alive, so I'll keep with it.

April 3, 2557; digital entry: He's found me. He'll get here soon. I'm the last alive. I don't have long. I really wish the terminal didn't give the date. It's the only way he has left to find me. And I didn't think to erase the date from my other entries.

Jessi, I won't make it back. I'm sorry. I wish I could go back to my life with you. Unfortunately, I found out that there is no life to go back to. The nuclear weapons have been advised by everyone not to use, but the black matter missiles are still being used, and have been used. All of Minnesconsin has been obliterated by the black matter.

I don't know have much else to He's here. I would put up a fight but there is no fight against him. JES'\]

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