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Tuesday, 6.1.2009

My forgiving diary,

We moved on today. We won't have time to stop by on any laboratory. Chris managed to find a radio from an broken army vehicle. They're going to nuke the city. We have to evacuate to a pickup spot. We're finally getting out of here. Funny to think that ever since I woke up and opened my eyes under those angel statues, under the roof of Christian God's Sanctuary, I couldn't stop thinking that Chris was something more than just a police, and maybe he was sent here as a sign before the destruction of humanity. Naaah.