S1E11: All On My Lonesome … Again.

December 2nd, 1945

xLog entry number five. Damn it's been a long time since I wrote in this. A lot has happened since November 20th. First is that I nearly died. Kinda a big thing, but is to be expected when the world has gone to shit. I also may or may not have stolen something important from Observer Alpha. Really stupid thing I know, but I had to. It's the only way I can potentially communicate with the uprising that Carina confirmed is occurring in Gibraltar. That means I have to get within transmission range and leave the remains of the Eagle Union GIs I met. They were a major help, but we can't all go. There's too much risk that we might be spotted if we all went. Clarence offered to come along, however, but I turned him down. He's needed with the rest of the panzer crews. Right now I'm headed west, toward the uprising. Hopefully, I can make contact with them, and be of use.x

December 4th, 1945

xLog entry number six. Hitched a ride on a siren labour train, which is where I'm writing this. Currently, I'm sitting on a small catwalk on the back of one of the cattle cars. Risky I know, but we are moving through the countryside where I haven't seen a single siren in forever. Not that I'm objecting, it's been pleasant not having to hide under or behind something every few minutes. I know I'm eventually going to have to slip off this train and move southwest, but that can wait. Nights I just strap myself to the railing and pray. All I can do really.x

December 4th, 1945.

xLog entry number seven. Two entries in one day? I must be going crazy. It's been thirty minutes since I hopped from the train, and my injuries are still being a pain in my side. Both literally and figuratively. Apparently, jumping from a moving train when you occasionally have trouble seeing and a fairly noticeable limp is not a good idea. Also, my side wound that decided to reopen. Fun. Yeah, not good when you are on the run from Observer Alpha.x

December 4th, 1945.

xLog entry number eight. Third entry today. It's been about five hours since my last entry, and almost night. I broke into an abandoned farmhouse and found a sewing kit. I can now say that stitching yourself up is no fun at all. First off, it's hard. Trying to thread the needle with vision that is clear one moment and blurry the next is next to impossible. Trying to stick the needle through yourself is even harder. Second, it's painful. Incredibly painful. Sewing thread isn't the most gentle going through your skin, but hey, it gets the job done. Now all I have to do is not reopen the wound while I sleep. Good luck Lucia, you'll need it.x

December 5th, 1945

xLog entry number nine. I'm glad to say my self-stitched side wound did not reopen during the night. Small victory for me in all of this. Today I continue my journey east to Gibraltar. Train hopping seems to be my preferred method of travel now, although it does increase my chances of being spotted. Today's train seems to be a load of wisdom ore. At least that's what I heard was being loaded when I hopped on board this morning. Anyway, I'll update this when something interesting happens.x

Decmber 5th, 1945

xLog entry number ten. Well, I rode that train for a few hours before it started to turn north. Wasn't the direction I wanted to go, so I jumped. Did slightly better then yesterday, and no new blood. So that's good. The bad news is I have no clue where the hell I am. Checked a sign I found and it was in French. FRENCH! I DON'T SPEAK FRENCH DAMNIT! Well, I guess that also could be a good thing since I more-or-less went in the right direction. Should Probably start heading south. Might be good thing. Hell, I might be in radio range soon. I hope.x

Decmber 5th, 1945

xLog entry number eleven. Been travelling for a couple hours, my watch is starting to fail, so I can't be exactly sure. Only thing I know for sure is that I haven't been doing much to hinder the Siren's operation like I wanted to. So, that's my new agenda for today. Find something to blow up or do something else equally hindering. I'll figure it out.x

Lucia bound up her notebook before tucking it into her , she headed back toward the railway and the depot the sirens were using. Maybe, just maybe her plan would work. If not, then nobody would ever know what happened to Lucia _, execpt the sirens who killed her.

Authors Note: Sorter episode today because I couldn't think of anything else. I also did say *try* when I spoke about the upload schedule.