April 28, 3004

Vera's Survival Log

5:13 P.M.

It's been awhile since I was able to write something in the log. I've been too busy with training sessions, preparations, and medicine practice. My life is completely crazy now. Tomorrow is Lance and I's first mission. We're not a big part of it but we're proud to finally be out of headquarters. We train everyday for two hours, practice in the medical field, then usually Lance takes me somewhere else to train. The League doesn't want us to overwork but that's crazy. By overworking they mean to have a better chance of survival. During the mission, Lance and I are paired up. Thank god for that, too. He's the only one I trust here and I know he's glad to be partners with me, also. It's really nice to have someone to go through all this with. I can't believe I never intended on meeting anyone I trusted here. Everything in League is so different. We're required to wear these suits, something about comfort ability and how it's lightweight. We also have gear provided for missions; weapons, medicines, an extra suit, food, all in a pack.

"Vera Winters," Lance calls out, his smile flashing.

"Lance Wilson."

We took our meal to my room and ate. Chicken with gravy. Jeez, I couldn't get used to the amount just yet.

"Vera, how long do you sleep?"

"Uh...about six hours. Still haven't gotten used to this whole thing yet, I guess. Why?"

"Do you dream a lot?"

"If nightmares count as dreams, yes. Now why are you asking?"

"Well, you know the League records all dreams, right?"

"What do you mean? Why would they do that?"

"Data purposes, I guess. Making sure we've told the whole truth to them. Can't keep both eyes turned, you know."

It made sense, yet somehow I felt betrayed. I would have dreams about my past back on Earth and it seemed as if my privacy right was taken away. 

"Are you okay, Vera? I know it's not right to look at other's dreams and all so are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I just have a lot of dreams about my past. Even though I hate my nightmares, I would rather keep them to myself."

"I know. The League has it's own secrets, I guess. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. But how did you find this out?"

"I had to insert a certain program into the database to help out the commander. He wasn't in the room, yet, and I stumbled on the dream records. What I found wasn't pretty, so I stopped and tried to go back to the original program."

Lance was telling the truth, I could tell. It's not like he would lie to me but I was still curious if he saw some of my dreams.

As if on cue, he said, "Don't worry. I never laid eyes on your dreams."

I sighed out of relief. "Thank you." Even though I didn't want the League knowing, I needed someone to talk to. So I told him of how my father fought for our planet, helping in anyway he could, how I was left in the dark, lonely storm cellar, the stomach problems we had, and how my father died.

"Wow. You really have been through a lot. I've got really nothing to tell you. My mom died before the attack and we stayed hidden on Earth until I left for the League. Last time I checked, my three sisters are still with my father on Earth and that's pretty much it."

The room was silent for awhile as we remembered what we left back on Earth. Once the aliens ambushed Earth and killed most of the population, they left. We have the right to leave the League but that would make everything pointless. I still miss my home, though. I miss my father also. But those are two things I will never have back, so there's no point in missing them.

"You'll meet them one day," Lance stood up, brushing the crumbs off his lap. It was time for some more field practice.

"My family. If we make it out of here alive, we'll go back to earth and I'll introduce you."

"I'll take your word for that."


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