Log Entry 04.30.3021, 10:36
hours
Rion told me he thinks we’re going the
wrong way. “There’s nothing out here but dirt and trees and that
green s**t. No damn virus, that’s for sure.”
We were alone again on the bridge,
watching the others on the screens. That green s**t he’s talking
about is everywhere, all over the ground outside. At first I
thought it was algae-infested water, maybe rain gathered into
depressions caused by tree roots and beneath bushes, maybe just
pools that breed mosquitoes or frogs or what have you.
But Ansel says it’s sticky, like glue.
Today Jareth stepped in it and he squished every time he walked.
Rion and I could hear it through the screens, and we snickered like
school kids watching him try to scrape the mess off his boot into
the grass. Through the
