Things have gotten complicated, quite complicated indeed. My life has been nothing short of action movie material.
One day I find myself talking peace with an evil alien leader.
Next day finds me listening in on a secret plot belonging to the army.
What I'm about to write in this journal may be shocking to some. However, I don't intend anybody to read this journal til I'm dead and gone. So, let's hope that by the time this is read, this event will be a thing of the past. God willing, Sadie survives it.
Currently, as I write this, I have completely disguised myself. Whole new outfit. Dyed my hair. Wearing makeup to hide my freckles, and tinted glasses to cover up my eyes. As far as anybody is concerned, I'm new to the city. Let me tell you why.
The army, even under the nose of the mayor, has made some sort of a deal with the aliens. They are building something for them, from what I gather. A project called X71. They have been killing off reporters that know too much. I'm no reporter, but I nearly joined them.
They tortured me into revealing all I knew. I managed not to let out any names of those I told.
And I pulled myself together enough to tell the mayor and the chief of police. They had no idea of any of this. I had to pass on the information, and I'm taking a big risk on my life telling them. I figured I'd better tell them before the army decides to kill me off. My final act to save Sadie, perhaps. The aliens consider me a lead resistance member I've heard.
This is why I've taken on another identity. I'm scared, I'm terrified to be honest. Not something I often tell anybody. I only hope that what I'm doing gives some of the population hope. I don't want to let them down. And I don't want them to know I'm afraid.
I don't plan for this to be my last journal entry.