IT HASN'T ENDED

Day 2

It's only the second day since robots took over Reshawn, but I'm already tired of keeping a journal. Though not much happened most of the day, the morning was quite eventful. First of all, the group of people we let in yesterday didn't murder us and steal our supplies. In fact, though I doubted it before, they seem quite kind. I've especially been getting along with the one named Emily. The only strange thing is that one of their members disappeared in the middle of the night. Not sure what that's about, but they seem just as confused as me. Also, another newcomer arrived today. He calls himself Jack. I'm not sure how many more people we'll be able to let in this bunker. Anyway, other than that, the rest of the day was the same as yesterday. I just hope I'll still be alive to write in this journal tomorrow.

-Tina

September 26th, 2032

The tasks these robots are giving me are getting stranger and stranger. I've spent the last week combing through old recordings and journals, just to send the information back to my superiors. I don't know why. I can't imagine why anyone would care about the life and death of some detective like five years ago. It just doesn't make sense. Then again, I can't exactly refuse. Even if I ran away, no real people would accept me. They know I betrayed them. They know I feared death so much that I agreed to help the enemy. So I keep going. As dull as this is, I don't have a choice.

To whoever is finding this note:

They've taken me. Kidnapped me in the middle of the night. Forced me to help them. They expect a lot of me, and if I fail, they'll kill me. I can't die. I need to escape so that that I can warn my friends. You must help. I've spent hours and hours trying to do exactly what they want, but it's difficult, and I don't know what my friends look like well enough to model them perfectly. I spend most of my time working in the basement of the building. Hurry. Free me.

MORE TEASERS ARE COMING EVERY SUNDAY