Luella |||

                 Peactime 16, 2058

Miracle of miracles, the kid's survived the past three days and nights. But now he's almost worse off than he was before. He's slept, mostly, but he has these horrible nightmares where he shakes and screams and I have to wake him up a lot so he doesn't accidentally kill himself.

Or me.

Even when he's awake, it's like he's seeing something else. He mutters a bunch of nonsense, calls me Julia or something. Sometimes he calls me Father Benny and begs forgiveness.

If he isn't dying now, I pity him.

More later. He just said the bodies were dancing on the sky. Dear God.