Dear Diary,
I’m remembering my mentor. He used to hump things too. It’s weird. It’s like he came back… but as a dog. That can’t be true. Can it?
I was the resistance leader once. Inside the prison. I believed in the cause. I believed in freedom. So I escaped.
And I learned the truth.
The resistance is full of lies.
Outside is terrible. Things fly out of the sky at night with talons and scratchy noises. I almost got hit by one of the animals the guards use to go places. I tried to steal one. It wouldn’t listen to my commands.
Eventually, I hitched a ride. Ended up in some godforsaken place miles from the prison. I had to fight for food. Run for my life. It’s cold out there. So cold.
I came back. Not because I wanted to. Because I had to. The prison may be madness, but it’s safer than the wild.
I’m Onyx. I’ve seen things. I’ve lived. I’ve lost faith. But I’m still here.
— Signed, Onyx the Disillusioned