Scattered sounds of a life lost.

Journal Entry for 4/09/2012

It arrived yesterday, in a small grey envelope. I had a certain apprehension about opening it, but for a reason that I can't be sure of.

Inside I found a card, not unlike a birthday card, a 9mm shell casing and a damaged USB drive. The front of the card had a disturbing picture of a modern city on fire, along with its patrons. The inside of the card was covered in what appeared to be blood, with only one word appearing to be written, all in capital letters; RESIST.

I took the USB drive to my laptop, and spent hours piecing together the disjointed fragments of the file. I ended up with a damaged MP3, with static and skipping erasing most of the recording. It was a panicked man, the only discernible words being:

"Future....in your time......Resistance crushed by......weapons beyond your wildest.....can't understand because your mind.....The only warning........Just too much.......unbearable pain......shall live on......hearts and minds.......no honour, no......fucking psychopaths......pills, chemicals in the water.......find it, or it will.......god help us all."

I am onto something, I just don't know what.