(written in an old ledger Mike had from his days in Dark Watch Company, sitting on top of the Beach House. It’s raining.)

January, 28th

Day Z + 30 days

We lost two today. I’m not sure if they’re dead but they ain’t in there racks. Teki and Topaz. Teki is a good kid. Real goddamn naive and wanders around with some group of freaks with gratuitous tattoos and useless equipment but that’s his call. I have too many people here to go chasing after the kid all day. He walks around with a puppy. A fucking puppy! A Labrador or something, he couldn’t be broadcasting a bigger target on his head then stapling one on.

Topaz, now she was a good one. A Cuban mercenary who has squared away and knew how to cook and maintain heavy machinery. Last time I saw her, her and Sugar where screaming at each other outside the Eights. Sugar called her a tranny and Topaz called her a zombie fucker. Pretty raunchy shit but that wasn’t the main reason of Topaz’s disappearance. After Teki had run off twice without word or warning, she jumped down both mine and Sugar’s throats. Twice we went out searching for Teki. Twice we found him wandering around the docks with some idiot with a beartrap strapped to his back. I worked comicon as a security guard back in ’10. It was more amusing to see that shit there then it was here. Kid must have thought it made him look scary. Poor sunovabitch…….. Teki’s careless actions cost us two valuable team members. I rack my brain wondering what I could have done better, I got nothing. I have seen no body of either of them so I consider them to have deserted. We’re not a military unit, that’s their choice……and their problem. May god or whomever watch over them better then I could