The Journal is filled with Recent Dates and Numbers, filled with Exciting yet Toe Curling Raids the Child has wrote into the Notebook, one catches your eye, it reads:
Day 3,365: "I am a typical, paranoid Nine year old. I have a Fear of Bugs and other Monsters out in the Wasteland. Today is my Last day of Training of being a Raider, it sure is tough being one. Caroline and Timothy are Boyfriend and Girlfriend now... I feel Upset due to my Best Friends dating each other. It's kind of awkward, but I have work to do! I shall raid someone today, just to show them that I can do it, not being a Coward! I shall show my Dead Mother and Father that I can do it! I can Absolutely do anything I want! I can fight, I can"
The rest is scribbled off with a slightly dull number two Pencil, with dried droplets water or... Tears at the bottom. You flip through the endless papery and Dirty pages of the Journal, your scraped and Ban-aid-ed fingers intertwining with each page of the Notebook; A Page catches your eye once again, it is empty but a slight scribble of words is at the bottom, it read,
"They made me do it."
You flip to the next page, your eyes glaring at what surprise lurked on the next page. There was dried blood smeared across the half-torn page and one single word written on the gory-fied paper, "Help." You flipped to the next page, Nothing, Next page, still Nothing. You sigh deeply, leaning back in your Crooked little chair in your Little shack in the middle of the Vast Wasteland, Specifically, in Oregon. The Shack was decorated with Ripped and torn Lamps, Specifically, Gas lamps and a Chandelier, above the Dining room table, little prisms of glass sparkled and tinkled when the wind blowed. This Shack was Home even if There were only Three Bedrooms and One Bathroom. The Large window in the Dining Room was draped with Red Velvet-y Curtains with the Golden Silk tassels tied around them to hold them up to let light in from the Sun in the Deep Blue Sky. The sun was gleaming in from the wide, clear windowpanes shining down onto your Large Prosthetic Arm and your Greyish Sea Blue Eyes twinkling in the Sun's Rays. The Bright Morning was chirping with Black Crows and Sounds of Guns firing rang in your head. Today was anew, since many a time, You lived alone, without your Great Companion. But now, the young slender and yet tall woman still lurks around the Shack of what you still call 'Home'. The Woman's footsteps creaked down the Old Oak Wood Stairs, the clacking of her Black Boots clicking against the Stairs made you snap into reality. You slightly turned your head, staring at the Tall Woman. "Vincent..." You recalled her name, replying in a soft Voice, she spoke with a gentle feel, "Cole..." The Woman Smiled warmly at you, "How did you sleep, Cole?" Her voice was like an Angel's; Weak but Strong in a way. You glanced at her for a moment, not responding for a few moments, "Fine." You spoke in a stern yet soft voice, thinking about the Child's Journal, "So... Where is Xander and Ralio?" Her Voice croaked as if there was a Frog caught in the Lady's throat. You looked in her deepest of Blue eyes, studying her before responding, "Outside."