The Hollow Man


November 1

Karl got killed today. After sixty hours of work a mech-tank
operator passed out and the vehicle crushed him. I was chosen to
replace the driver. I tried to wipe Karl's blood off the
windshield, but only managed to smear it over the glass. As I
looked through the red haze I wondered if Karl hadn't been lucky
after all. He was always wary about our plans, and he's probably
right.

At least he died quickly.


November 3

The supply ship should arrive the night after tomorrow. The pain
has worsened. Sometimes I can barely close my right fist.
Ironically, it makes me feel alive. Perhaps I was made that way,
I'm not sure. The others are nervous, but seem confident in me.

I wish I could say the same.


November 5

In a few hours our fates will be sealed, and, if all goes well, I
will finally meet Him. Yesterday, however, I still had some last
minute doubts. A few more years. Maybe. Is it worth it?

Last night Priss told me about how she looked forward to seeing
the ocean for the first time.

And I finally realized it was.


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