Life in the Bunker [Entry Two]:
I don’t feel like writing anything today, other than the fact that I can’t escape this insurmountable guilt. Rei can say what he wants, but I will never forgive myself for letting someone die that I know I could have saved. I mean, when there’s a will, there’s a way right? You taught me that, Aric.
“We didn’t get to properly introduce each other, my name is Mona. Nice to meet you.” Harbor held the journal in her hands tightly.
“Well, Harbor, it’s great to have another girl here. I’m not here all the time but I do come in and out with supplies every so often. I trade items and intel. If you ever want me to keep an ear out for any kind of information, let me know. It’s the least I can do for what you were willing to do for me. I know I wasn’t missing but I appreciate the effort you put in, without even knowing me. Thank you.”
Harbor shut her eyes. “Actually, can you tell me if you hear anything about Nautilus? A man named Dallas, actually. But don’t discuss it with anyone else.”
She nodded. “As long as you promise me that this won’t hurt anyone.”
“No, it’ll be saving people.” Harbor stretched her legs out. “Just trust me, okay?”
Mona nodded. “Alright, Harbor. I can trust you. Besides, you’re not the only one who asks me for information and then tells me to keep it to myself. People have secrets they don’t want to reveal, I get it.”
“It’s not a secret,” Harbor said.
“Then why keep it to yourself?” Mona asked. She shook her head. “It doesn’t really matter at all. I’ll let you know if I find anything out.”