July 30, 2017.

Dear Mom and Dad.

It's three forty five in the morning. Thunderbird says there are vans about two miles away. There have never been vans near here in the past year. If they're here now, then they're here for them. We're packing up to leave, but Polaris wants to stand and fight. Pretty sure she's crazy, but if she wants to die in a storm of bullets, that's her choice.


July 30, 2017.

Dear Mom and Dad.

We're all in the trucks to leave. The X-Men wannabes are determined to fight. Fuck 'em.