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Camp Code: Fleetwood Python Century Royal Green 3 Beta Zulu Uno 3

Call and Response:

If:

They say: Wendy, let me in. I wanna be your friend.

You say: I want to guard your dreams and visions.

If:

They say: Everybody's out on the run tonight

You say: But there's no place left to hide.

If:

They say: People read about old Samson as far back as his birth.

You say: He was the strongest man that ever lived on earth.

Deliver to: Sgt. Martin Bedell. Serrano Point Nuclear Plant.

Bedell,

Hey, stranger. I'm okay. Everything is okay. You know what I need you to do here, I know that you do. I'm activating the code one tree, and you know what that means. I hope that you remember what that means. Whoever has come here, whoever has brought these letters? I trust them. You can ask them whatever you like about me. They're human, not metal.

If you can get a phone on someone who has gone through the TDE, do it. Try to get the number 821-773-7272.

-Young

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Audio Tape:

I don't sleep very well, not even here. I don't know how long it will take before I'm able to do that, how many more months or years it'll be before I can sleep through the night. When I do sleep, I dream about the war and I dream about you. I dream in patterns, in waves. I dream about waves, about water, branches and trees that I haven't even really seen since I was a kid. Wheels with needles and metal skulls. Blocks of grey and blue. Tunnels and trains and dying.

And I dream about her. Her. I know you know who I mean, the machine that you sent back. I thought, at the time, that maybe she'd buried herself in a wall, that maybe she'd come here to hurt me or kill me. Or your mother. Now I know that she probably fluxed out, and the fact that she never came back probably means that you did send her. And I don't know why, I don't understand why you would do that.

I want to talk to you. I want to talk to Derek and Kyle. I want to see you, but I can't come home. Not now, I don't know if I could in the future. If it's a good idea or a bad idea. It's been suggested to me that I could visit our world before the war, and I want to. I want to so much, but is that the same? Would you be there, the way you are now? Would anyone? So I don't know.

Maybe I'd see you, the way you used to be. Less angry, less lonely. But I'm not sure you ever really were that way.

So I don't know what to do. I don't know if this letter will actually get to you, and it's not as if you have a phone that I can call.

I do love you, John. No matter what else, no matter who else. I love you, and whatever you think happened to me, I hope that you know that I didn't die because of you.