I want you to know that I fought. I fought past my blistering, bloody flesh. I fought through the pain. I fought through my tears. I fought until their world came crashing down.

The shock on their faces was so apparent, I would have laughed if I’d had the time. For what did they expect?

Surely they didn’t expect me to just lay on that table in that horrid laboratory.

Surely they didn’t expect me to just give in.

Because I will never give in. My cause is much too great to just give in.

For my cause is you. My cause is the human race, their survival. Their happiness.

My cause is to let you continue to live in your world of ignorant bliss. My cause is to have you never know what would have happened if I lost.

Because I will not lose.

I will never stop fighting. No matter how many times they catch me, no matter how many wires they attach, how much blood I lose to their hands. I will fight, just like I did this time. I will fight my way out of their hands, so I can keep fighting for the human race.

I no longer fear you, creatures. I know I can beat you, and I will.

I will fight to my death.

I can guarantee you that.

And I’ll take you down with me.

The old woman came to me. This frightens me. I’ve tried my hardest to stay under the radar and yet she tracked me down so easily. I need to try harder.

She left me an envelope, but I haven’t opened it yet.

I’ve gotten used to my state of exhaustion, a point of existence that seems to lay between living and death. I’m numb to the pain of blistering skin and bloody feet.

I’m numb to everything but fear, for it’s my fear that’s keeping me alive. My fear and my determination.

I ran.

Oh, Lord, how I ran.

They came for me. Though I do not know who they are, I fear them.

I do not know why they want me, I cannot even begin to fathom it. It’s been barely over a week since I was finally allowed to stop for rest.

There is now one thing clear. I must never stop. I can never stop.

If I stop, I’m dead.

And though no one has told me, I know:

If I die, there is no hope.

This world will be at the mercy of those creatures.

You will all die.

Not only will you die, but your entire selves will disappear completely.

This planet, and every inhabitant of it, will never have existed.

You, any of you, will never have existed.

I’ve been walking for what seems like years, though I know it’s only been a month or so.

I’m currently in a small town, hundreds of miles into the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but sand. I found refuge in the home of a kindly old woman, horrified by my appearance. I guess I looked worse than I’d even imagined.

I can’t stay long, and I know this.

But I’ll stay as long as I can.

I need the relief.

I need it to stay sane.

At this point, I don’t know what is more dangerous for me: the unknown pursuers, or myself.

I think I’m being followed. No, that’s not right. I feel as though I’m being chased. I must not be caught. Or the months of walking, being near death. It will all be for naught.

It’s four in the morning. I have a pounding headache, and blisters between my toes. I am dehydrated nearly to the point of unconsciousness. I’ve traveled so long and so far, with no food or water. I haven’t the money with which to purchase these necessities. And yet, even without the most simple needs of human survival, here I am. Writing all of this out just to remind myself that, though I know not why, I must survive. So survive I will.

I do not know where I am.
I do not know who I am.
I do not know anything.
Though I know I must have, I do not remember existing before this.
There are people all around me, screaming and crying in a vast cloud of confusion and helplessness. They’re pathetic, and yet I envy them. Why?
I have too many questions for my own comfort.
I need answers.