Entry 12 is here.
Updating will probably be more frequent now, though the entries will probably continue to be short. That's a journal story for you. The good news, though, is that I can almost guarantee at least one new entry every day, depending on what's going on. I'll let you know if the next entry is gonna take some more time.
Enjoy.
Entry 12:
Two days since the crash.
So far, hasn't really been a whole lot of development between the two parties. Ethan and Goodwin have both sent back their lists who and how many made it out of the crash. We have forty-seven for the fuselage, twenty-two for the tail section. Though Ethan and Goodwin make those numbers 48 and 23.
Actually, the latter number isn't even that anymore. First night of the crash, our boys on the south side went in and snagged three of them. Which, to me, seemed kind of extreme, but I guess Ben wants to keep our community alive since we don't go to the mainland anymore (come to think of it, I'm the last guy to come over by sub, I think. Weird). They're some pretty tough-looking guys, too; good to add to our numbers. It came at a price, though, because two of ours tried to grab one more- this big black guy- but he woke up and bashed their friggin' heads in with a rock.
I didn't know them personally, but I still can't help but feel bad for them.
No kidnappings from Ethan's side yet, but that's OK. As they say, slow and steady wins the race. Personally, I think Goodwin was way too eager on this one; should've given them more time to get organized. Now they know we're here. On Ethan's side, they're unsuspecting. Gives us more time to analyze their situation. South side, it's a free-for-all, so we have to be more careful with it.
For our team, though, it's mainly just sitting and waiting. The Staff station's pretty boring, mainly just 'cause it's a medical station with not much to do. We all try to get out as often as we can, mainly by hiking our way up to the Barracks or by recon down to the beach to see the survivors. But we don't go anywhere without our rifles. Can't be too careful out here.
I swear to God, the fuselage dropped some heavenly hotties onto our beach. I went on a recon yesterday, and got a full stock watching all those honeys. That blonde girl's got the nicest body out of all of them, but the brown-haired one's not to bad looking either. And the pregnant girl's pretty hot too, despite the load she's carrying.
The dude's are, for the most part, pretty annoying. The doctor and that little British guy are lame, but that Iraqi they've got is pretty badass. The hick is too, though something tells me he's more talk than action. Other than that, can't really tell for the others yet. Will have to watch them a bit more.
Really not much else to report. Aside from those two poor bastards that bought the farm the other night, no casualties amongst us, no injuries, no mental fatigue, nothing. The survivors are doing just that, with no knowledge of us at all.
And I think I'd prefer to keep it that way.
Just a little while longer, anyway.
That's today's entry.
Peace.