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February 4th, Cycle 20168.
Reid Cantafay.
The only ones in this group that have survived are me and my little brother Jaycee, who is way too young for this and currently terrified nearly out of his mind. He attempts to hide it from me, but I know him a little too well. He has good motive to be so, however; the infection has well taken over, and the wills and hopes of near all common bugs have long been frayed and taken to the light and her unrelenting anger. Most not taken by her Radiance have been killed by those who have. Violent bugs linger around every corner, and my hope for my own and this kingdom’s survival diminishes by the minute. Our provisions grow scarce, and the gabbing of our friends has long since halted after they fell to their dream’s pull. Luksha, Rappa and Koreih’s voices no longer fill the silence of our secluded little campsite in Kingdom’s Edge. Only the sound of the howling wind covers the deafening silence of our rather lonesome (and increasingly infrequent) meals, reminding us that the clock still turns… maybe. Who knows what extent the king could’ve fallen to, to protect this already damned place. Anyways, since the lack of food has been growing quite jarring, Jaycee and I have been hunting for food together, since the lands are far too harsh for the little one to travel on his own, and I am far too weary of this place to leave him alone where he could be attacked. However, I find myself eating less as of late. Despite my best efforts, I find myself growing weaker and increasingly more tired and snappy, as evading sleep has become nigh impossible. Soon enough I will fall to the infection, and be forced to leave my little brother on his own. I do not trust myself in lonesome silence anymore, as I am paranoid of my brain being overtaken by the horrid, infectious air of this place, and as such my sanity thins. I will be leaving soon enough, and my brother will be left alone, but it is for the best, no matter my longing for him. My protective caution for him trumps all. I leave because I fear if I turn against my will and attack Jaycee, he will not be able to find the strength (or will) to be able to kill me. I say goodbye and good luck to my dearest brother, who I hope more than anything else can make it through this. I love you. (I’m so sorry.)