Dear Dad,
We didn’t really see anyone today, which is a little sad. I’d hoped to see more odd things as we explored, but Reese thought it made sense that not many people built around the edges of whatever this place was. It was probably more dangerous, even if it had taken us a couple days to get to where we had in the area.
I think we’re getting close to halfway through here. I mean, we gotta eventually, right?
It seemed like there were more houses from up high than we're finding. I just hope that we can learn more. I’ve still been thinking about all those questions I want to ask. I think I’ve replaced a few of them now. But still, it would be nice to be able to have them answered.
I think we’re going to keep moving as much as we can. It’s been too long, and we don’t need to be here. We don’t want to be here, but it is nice. This place is a lot more livable than the places we’ve been so far, and even if everyone’s been really flighty, they’re all still pretty nice. Though more interested in showing off than actually talking to us.
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We’ll get there eventually. To the city, I mean. And then we’ll be home because someone there will be able to point us in the right direction. I feel like we’re going to take a bit longer, though, just because this place is enormous. Hell, it feels like this whole world is huge! How far have we walked so far? How much further do we need to go? Miles? But what happens if we just stopped here forever? What would we do? I don’t know if I like that idea or not. I mean. I don’t know what I could work on that could distract me from, well, everyone. Everything.
I miss you and everyone back home and school, actually. I miss a lot of my friends, I was planning on seeing them all, well, a couple of them. This might be the most friends I’ve had in a while, and they seem to all like me weirdly enough.
I’m going to bed. All this introspection isn’t good for me.
Love, Jack
