sorry for how i left. you've got two kids that need you, and i'm not done fighting.
new orleans is charred. the other houses have been chasing the resistance all over. hiding out in gaza now (it's hot as satan's asshole here), but only a matter of time until they come after us. found plenty of people up to fight, though. dont know how much i'll get to do this, but i'll write when i can.
south africa house went down, almost got made trying to go through KSA. took a few down on the way to bangalore, and finished this one up last night. i slept in a fucking harem bed and ate grapes. posie ended up with a lot of pretty new jewelry. mikal keeps bitching about the bugs.
ive got a beard. it looks fucking terrible.
mailing you guys some shit, so you better not have moved.
moscow makes me miss gaza. i think my ass has frostbite.
tried for a raid on the moscow house. they don't fuck around here, it was brutal. they were ready for us. lost a lot. too many. thinking we might be here a while.
i'm sorry. i didn't say it enough.
i want you to be happy. i want miray and marya and avis to be happy. i want the world to be a better place for them. for you. if i die doing it, i want you to know it's what i wanted. don't be sad. don't pull a you.
we got a lot in the way of new forces to replace what we lost and then some. i love russian mice. got drunk for the first time last night, it was fucking horrid. why would anyone do that for fun??
mikal got laid, it was cute. posie wants a russian palace. maybe we'll come back here, once it's over. take over the old house, play something classy and pretentious, dance around their stupid huge ballroom. she says if she had a daughter, she'd name her anastasia. posie'd be a good mom.
i went the farthest in, told the others not to follow. god, i don't think i'll ever be able to sleep again. i've never heard screams like that, not even in hapsburg. it's been 31 hours since we left the house, and i still haven't been able to close my eyes for longer than a few minutes.
fuck, alva, i need you. it feels like the grounds opening up and fucking swallowing me, or like im suffocating out in open air. i never needed you this much, and you're not fucking here. and that's my fault too.
i think this is the first sedative i'm willingly taking in all my life.
tell the kids i saw a baby panda and thought of them.
plan was to go up through turkey across to greece, but there were too many getting sick. we had to stop back in gaza.
the kn2s. they're started to go. just the older ones, but it meant mikal had to make a choice. gaza has the tech to clone, they could do it, and some left, i think, to have themselves transferred, but mikal said they wouldn't be welcome back.
i don't know. i did once. you remember that. i don't, now.
i'm counting days, and i fucking hate it. but i am.
posie's 3 and 2 months. mikal's 2 and 7. and here's me, 26 and change.
guess it doesn't really matter what we did up to here. our world's still ending.
athens. you know they built the house on top of the fucking acropolis? knocked over the thousand+ year old ruins to put a fucking lab there. whore house too.
some are staying behind, though. turning the old house into a hospital and shelter. there's some we left behind in thailand that came up with the idea, but seems like it's taking well. more are taking to mikal's idea. i'm sure not all the cloning tech will be destroyed, but most seem to be denouncing the use, at least.
posie cut my hair, and apparently proud enough that she's threatening dick punching if i don't show you and miray, so here's what she snapped earlier. when i wasn't awake to tell her no.
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