April 1st 2017

Woke up today to the radio buzzing with some distress call, telling everyone that a cure was found and that we should head to San Mora, whatever the hell that is. April Fool’s joke if you asked me. Who sends out a call for something like that? Raiders that’s who. No, thank you. The world needs more than just a cure for the infection. It needs an exorcism.

Later that day we went to Sour Diesel again. That place never disappoints, every time we go it’s something new. This time Donovan showed up. Oh he recognized me, said Hello like we were well acquainted. Probably to show me he knew I was being dodgy the other night. FML. Anyways, he and Baymo had something to settle so we left. I took this new girl Kaylee to the diner and we grabbed a bite to eat. When we came back I found out what that event Donovan wants the diner to cater is…

A sex slave auction. And he wants Baymo to participate? I’m not going to say more in case this ever gets found, but goddamn what the hell have we gotten ourselves to? I want out, I want out and I told Jax. I want him out too. This ain’t worth it. We came home and got into another argument, this time he was the one who ended up bawling. I pointed out we’re getting deeper into this bullshit and what if I end up like Baymo having to use myself as a bargaining chip to get us out of something? Well that just upset him and he started apologizing.

I know Jax always has me first, but I think he’s taking on too much. I’m not sure what else to write. I’m kinda numb about it all right now. On one hand, I don’t want trouble for Jax and I, on the other I don’t want to just abandon this Baymo chick in this situation. This is why I didn’t want to take that money.

                                      GDI FML #apocalypseproblems #whyme #imisstwitter

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