My god, Lynn...DeVon...Gloria's parents...Fawn...even that asshole Miller...they're all dead. The rest of us came so close...I can't stop thinking about it. We barely made it out on time. Everything's gone. My goddamn house...my goddamn Enzo...
And Mari. Dammit Mari, I miss you so much. I just wish I could see you again, before my dad died and I moved away and all this junk that seemed so great and now's just a burning pile of shit.
I thought I was doing it for you. But now you're gone and it's gone and none of it even matters anymore.
That Skye's something else. No, I mean she's something else. I don't know how she knew that they were coming, but when they hit...if not for her, we'd all be dead. I've never seen anyone move like that. It's not human.
They hit us without warning. I don't know how many of them there were, but...they weren't playing. DeVon didn't stand a chance, ex-military or no. He didn't deserve this, not for his measly 15 bucks an hour. And Lynn...I'm so sorry. You never should have been caught up in this. I should have known better. But Mari, you didn't tell me everything.
Miller must have thought he could reason with them, that's why he sold us out. Maybe he sold out Shaun too, I don't know. But they don't want info. They want silence.
Goddamn Miller.
And that means they already know, maybe all of it. What's keeping them from just taking it for themselves?
Skye took one down, somehow...he looked American, but...I don't know. She said they weren't sure who would come for us first, the Americans or the Chinese. But she also wasn't sure how many countries had thrown in by now.
All I know is she's taking us somewhere - somewhere we'll be safe. Somewhere where people like us, people who know, can all be safe.
Somewhere in Antarctica.
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