Journal Entry 2,345
They were out last night. Scavenging off the new prey, the people who fell from the sky. I think the people are starting to realize what's happening...But it is too late. I hope I will not have to kill any of them, but if it comes to it I suppose I shall. I have gotten harder, which is good. A few days ago I saw the wiry Hispanic woman arguing with the spy. They rolled down a hill, fighting to kill. I decided not to follow. She was one of my favorites; I had high hopes for her survival. But she didn't leave the rest of her people, as she should have, and so the Island may her pay the price of an idiot's blunder.
I miss Sayid; He was so good...Well, perhaps he will make it. But he was to kind, which is a fault out here. People don't survive through cooperation here. They survive by running faster.
Journal Entry 2,346
I hate it. It wanders around at night looking for them, and I feel it will eventually stumble upon me. It has forgotten I am still alive, so I am safe, but as soon as it realises I still live here...Well, I will sleep with one eye open and a gun cocked and ready at my side.
Journal Entry 2,347
I am pathetic. I cannot stop crying. I saw the little blonde girl and she had had the baby, a healthy little boy, and... Oh, what a pretty child he was. I simply cannot stand it much longer, seeing that child who lives in place of Alex.
Journal Entry 2,348
I shall not dwell on the demonic thoughts that plague me tonight. Thoughts of empty cradles and babys' cries, trades done in smokey nights... I will think of other things. Ana Lucia, the tough girl, is still alive. I found the body of the spy impaled below the hill where they fought. She could still make it if she will abandon the others. I have been thinking of advising her to leave, of revealing myself...No, she would kill me on sight, like any reasonable woman. Ah well...I miss Sayid tonight.
Journal Entry 2,349
The groups finally collided. Ana killed the tall blonde girl Sayid was so fond of. He acts as if he will kill Ana in turn, but I doubt he can. The Vengeance is absent from his heart; Another foolish fault.
Journal Entry 2,350
The black woman has her husband back. They cried, hugged.
Better if she had lived in Hope and never had to feel the Pain she soon will live in.