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[snowburned]

[This page is stained by ashy fingerprints and small smears of dried blood]

To anyone still able to read their journals, this is Kazahana. Medical Island was damaged by the firestorm, but the clinic is still standing, we have supplies remaining, and there are [brief pause] surviving medics. We're treating everyone here, but there are undoubtedly

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[burntorangesky]

[The writing is shaky, and there are one or two wet spots.]

Fred. I am unhurt, and will search for survivors.

Nobody is dead.

[A pause while she reads that and decides it looks odd.]

The man who called himself Nobody is dead.

[snowburned]

Thank you.

Some time later

[burntorangesky]

[The writing is still shaky, and now streaks of ash are also on the page.]

I found Gene's body. What are we doing with the dead?

[More wet spots appear, smearing a few of the letters slightly.]

LATER

[burntorangesky]

[Writing is slightly steadier now]

In the Scavenger's Yard. I can see the lift from here, but I do not think I can carry him to it alone.

LATER

[burntorangesky]

Thank you.

[More wet spots, though the writing is perfectly steady now.]