I can't count the days since the uprising, I've been here so long. Sector-2 feels less like a home and more like a prison. The mutants see me as one of their own as time has gone on. I now find food laid at the entrance to the crumbling apartment building. I believe my psion powers have contributed to their awe of me. Whenever I meditate and practice my abilities, I see them in the broken buildings watching with bated breath. I largely ignore them. I have not fired a firearm since the uprising but I maintain them daily, especially my revolver. A kill squad could be coming at any time, but who knows if they even remember me? I could be flattering myself thinking I'm still a priority target. I believe if I don't find a safe haven with an old partner in one of these cities, I'll soon go crazy. End recording [spoiler]ive been busy with classes, I'm taking more than the recommended credit hours so I'll try to jump in a bit more than I have[/spoiler]