Everything is flashing through my mind at once right now. I'm just writing it down as it comes into my head. You handed me this journal and told me to write down everything that happened. I told you that I'd feel silly. You told me to just trust you.

I'm watching them march through the street. I don't know it, but somewhere miles and miles away a missile is being launched that is going to end everything. It's flying at hundreds of miles per hour toward the capitol building that I used to be able to see through my kitchen window while I drank water and worried about Damien.

Why did I wait so fucking long to actually do it? To trust you about the stupid journal? I've trusted you with everything else. You saved my life. I don't think you realized what you were doing at the time, but you did. You saved my life and I never even thanked you for it. Didn't even fully trust you until now.

Their feet sound like drums. I rush into Lucy's room and grab a bag. I bring it around the apartment and stuff it full of things I think might be important. I decide to wait ten minutes longer to see if she'd get home before I leave. I don't even have water on my mind. I'm scared thirstless.

When we separated I thought for sure I was going to die within the month. But you assured me it was for the best. Well looks like I get one last "I told you so" before I go. I'm glad it's this cave at least. This is by far the best cave I've been in.

The door swings open and in she strides, a smug look on her face. "Do you see what's happening?" she asks happily.

"Yes," I say. There's a fucking coup going on and she's cheery as an elf. "Lucy, we have to get out of the city before they find out what we've been doing."

"What we've been doing?" she laughs. "Zach, we've been working for them. We're fine right where we are."