“Log Date, 09 23 80. It’s been a full year since this… WAR… began. I could have never been mixed up in this god awful mess, but here I am. Anything for Mary and Uxio… Even if it means risking my own life, but I do it all for the ones I love… Uxio is a year old today, which also marks the first full year Mary has been gone… Uxio, I hope that you will find these tapes, once you get older…” The tape ends…
Log Date: 09 23 80
The rain fell down hard on a man and a baby. Holding the child tightly, he raced through the rain, and up to a rather small house. Walking up to the steps of the house, the man slipped a piece of paper into the blanket the child was wrapped in, pounded on the door, and ran. He stopped at the end of the yard and hid behind a tree, until the door opened.
A young man, seeming in his late teens, early 20’s, came to the door. He had tan skin and dark teal eyes. After he looked to his sides, he l