Newt,
We're going hungry. There's only so much food that we had with us when we got here. We put Frypan in charge the food. Everybody's been getting a small portion every shuck day. But, it's been six days now since we arrived in Paradise, and that food is running out. We don't know what to do. Food has always been one of the last buggin' things we had to worry about. Not now. We have enough for one more day. Then, I...I guess I don't shuckin' know. We're supposed to be safe, now. Why is the future still just a dangerous, unknown oblivion?
Shuck it.
Shuck it, shuck it, SHUCK IT!
Thomas and I are going out tomorrow to see if we can find anything to eat. I have no idea what we're expecting to find, but everyone's counting on us to try, so we don't really have a choice. We've gotta give these immunes some shuck hope.
At least this gives me an excuse to go back out to the forest to run.
I've been able to find a little bit of fun in this buggin' misery. None of these immunes are catching on to our Glader slang - shuck-faces - so I take every chance I get to confuse them. I can say something to them and they'll be almost as confused as we were with the buggin' memory loss! They just nod like they get it, but you have to Isaac Newton to see through it.
Isaac Newton.
Who you were named after.
Isaac Newton is dead, but still in memory. You're sanity is gone, but you're shucked up face definitely isn't going to be leaving my memory.
Funny how that works, huh?
-Minho