It has been over 24 hours since the Departure. I survived the night, and it is only now that the quiet is starting to get to me. I have not started to monologue yet, but I fear that will occur before the night is over.
I look out the window, and while I see signs of civilization, they are devoid of life.
The water supply may not last long, and tomorrow I must travel into foreign territory. I have the documents so that I may pretend to be one of these "others," but I feel that they can see through my disguise. I must do what I can.
Good night, and good luck.
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