Journal 32
August 7, 3 PW

These journals are getting longer and are becoming less… journaly. Its eating up space on my internal computer’s harddrive, so I will try to keep the next ones brief.

We left New York, repaired our car with some parts from abandoned ones along the rode. We’ve been driving for two days now, and I think we are lost. If we pass through another town we are going to have to stop for directions.

I’ve had Kat try and plot on the map where we are, since the GPS in this thing doesn’t work, and I am completely unsure of her abilities as a cartographer. We put a bet for when we actually get our coordinates. If she wins I’ll do full guard duty for a week and vice versa.

I’ll mark where I think we are just for reference.

Journal 33
August 6, 3 PW

Found another town. Kat was pretty off on her estimation.

I get to sleep in tonight.

Journal 34
August 7, 3 PW

This should be the last night until we get to West Point. I can’t help but feel a foreboding doom in this. I hope nothing happens.