Monday, 25 March 2013

Bob wants to go to the edge of the Yellow. He's worried about his research; he thinks they're going to take Xi and then immediately come back for him. He doesn't have the results he wanted.

I'm concerned about going back out. Bob is agitated, and might be careless. If we go, and the jeep breaks down, we can't push it back. We'd be in the middle of the Green Zone at nightfall. People have survived before. People have disappeared before.

I had a horrible dream last night. A small deer was eating grass by a road. The road was cracked and covered in dead weeds. The deer's front leg was a black needle, jointed in ten places. I didn't scream; I also didn't sleep.

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