Brother,
How is everything back home? It feels like it's been forever since our group deployed from the church—I feel so far away from London now, and so far away from you. But at least I can be happy knowing you're fine. And I most definitely want to let you know that I'm fine, too. Yes, I'm eating enough, no, I'm not hurt, and yes, I use the pillow you made for me every night when I go to sleep. Frankly, I'm more worried about how little you sleep, Mr. Coffee-Addict. I know how hard you work, trying to make one of your many theories have some good side-effects to these possessed people, but make sure to take a break once in awhile, okay? Since I'm not there, I can't make sure that you do, so you'd better tell Reever or Johnny to do my job for me while I'm away!
Tiedoll's group and mine split off several days ago—at least I think it was several days ago, but I can't really tell the time anymore. Every day is exactly the same to me right now, but it has definitely been getting warmer. I guess spring really is upon us, huh? Would be much warmer if everything didn't seem so dismal and dead. When I was still traveling with Kanda, Marie, and Daisya, Kanda still glared at everything like nothing was different. Maybe he really does hate everything. And Marie, even though he's blind, has saved us several times with his superb hearing. Sometimes we rely too much on our sight, I guess.
Kanda was so reluctant to let me depart by myself. He claimed to know that I could handle myself, but that it was better to have someone go with me. But Kanda has to go all the way to Italy with the rest of his group, and my mission is to simply go to medical facilities spread throughout England. And with everyone who is able-bodied deployed, I need to go alone. I know you're worried about it too, Komui, but given the current state of everything, I have to. Anyways, he reluctantly agreed to let me go by myself. Tiedoll had nothing to say on the matter, but Daisya complained of it as well. Fortunately, Marie came to my side and reaffirmed my ability to perform my job.
I am the highest-skilled person for this job, after all. I suppose all those dance lessons and you teaching me how to defend myself paid off, in the end. The fact that I can read and write as well is a plus, seeing as how so few people—let alone women—can do that lately. Kanda can barely read and write in English, but I see him, sometimes, writing in a leather-bound notebook.
At any rate, should these creatures that appear human be the same as they have since this all began, then there is really nothing to worry about. They are not agile, and they are not sneaky. They do not seem able to perform any sort of task normal humans can, and I have yet to hear one attempt any forms of conversation. They're like animals, really. But they walk like humans.
It's really touching, though, that such a grump like Kanda cares enough about me. I still remember how he said, before my first run to supply us with food, that I would never make it back alive. When I did, he didn't even apologize. He just did that little "hmph" he does before walking out of the main room. He didn't bother to remember my name until last month, and now that we're on a mission together, he tries to talk to me on occasion.
Progress! I think? I hope we can become friends despite... everything. And, no, don't even think that we're going to become an item, Brother. I can already hear you revving up some kind of machine to viciously murder Kanda. Remember last time you tried something funny like that? He hacked your robot to bits.
Speaking of robots, technology really amazes me sometimes. I guess the twentieth century is really upon us, huh? Imagine what we as the human race can do in the twenty-first century.
I digress. As I wrote earlier, I departed from Kanda's group several days ago. So far, everything seems well, with a couple of rainstorms here and there. I stopped at one of the three locations you gave me in the folder, and all vials and bottles are safely in my bag. Do you really believe this medicine and its properties will work on what looks like walking corpses? After everything I've seen, it's a little hard to believe, but I believe in you. I'll always believe in you, until the very end.
Right now, I'm taking a break along either a stream or a river. I can't remember its name, and it's not written on the map, and that's really bothering me. I haven't seen any infected people around bodies of water—probably because they cannot swim. They can't climb trees, either, so I don't think they have the hand-eye coordination (or however you call it) to do that. It's really pretty and quiet here, though if I continue this way, it will make my trip longer, which I want to avoid. I'll proceed to the main road later, but right now the sun is setting, and I'm growing hungry. Tomorrow, then.
I can't be but forty or less kilometers from my second destination now. I can probably make that in two to three days on foot, depending on the situation. The further I get away from London, the less people there are, so the less infected I meet. Beneficial, I suppose, but also a downer in that I have yet to meet anyone alive.
I pray for Kanda and the others safety, even though I don't believe in God. Where they are going, we have no idea what the situation is, since we haven't heard anything from anywhere else in Europe. I may not see them again in weeks, if not months. If at all.
I don't want to think about it.
So to summarize, I'm okay so far. So let that be one worry off your chest. I'll send another report in soon, when I have reached the second location. Make sure to get some sleep! When I get back, I'll know for certain if you have or not, so you better do what I say! Tell everyone I said hello, too, if you can. I hope they're not worried about me. And you, too—don't worry about me. I'm going to be okay, and I'll be back there in no time. All right?
Love,
Lenalee