Artemis drifted next to her, riding a reindeer. "C'mon, lets hurry!" She hissed urgently, and Gi obediently shot after her through the thick mist that was covering the field. The tingling feeling was fading, and slowly so did the mist. She looked down where it cleared, seeing a mass of bodies.
It was over.
o-o
Dear Thalia
We're dead. We're all dead.
Just last week, The 'president' passed a rule stating that you must show identification, and may only take the food allotted to your family. No more, no less. Farmers crops are carefully monitored, security is tighter than ever, all deer are tagged so they know when one is killed and storeowners need a special license.
All in the name of safety, of course.
Their real plan? Starve out the Seattle resistance. The figure, all the disposable ones- the ones that won't have new information- will succumb quickly, while us tougher ones will last longer when they finally find and question us. They think if we fall, the other bases will come out- this measure hasn't been launch.
They're right about the first part, but we're stronger than they think. Or at least, we would like to believe it so.
Yesterday, there was a public execution. Big time criminal (Threw a dung bomb at a guard. Twice.) the guards and monsters... grilled him and ate him, in front of a crowd. Some of them auctully cheered. Disgusting. There wasn't anything we could do- we can't risk all for one man.
Time. We need time.
And we're running out.
Yours,
E