Private Journal Entry - APRIL 6, 2006

I met a new girl this morning. Blair. Absolutely clueless about what she's gotten herself into. How do I talk to these people? What do I tell them? Nothing seems to be appropriate. It seems like it would be wrong not to clue them in, but they really can't understand until they've experienced it for themselves. The hardest part is telling them there is no way out. That they're here for the long haul, unless the scientists themselves decide to remove them.

What does it take to be removed? And where do we go when we have been? Maybe they send us home. Maybe we're just placed in another experiment. We signed on for a year, and maybe we serve a year, if not here, then somewhere else.

Sometimes it makes me sick. I don't want to leave, because I don't want to risk losing what I've got. The future only gets darker. Instead of huddling closer together, half of us lock ourselves in our rooms, never coming out. Thank God, I'm not alone.