The Maelstrom

April 16th 2053

So I gave in and went, the faces had changed, names were missing, and some seemed surprised that I showed up at all. The idea of the resistance has always been hauntingly in the back of my mind. I just think the Preacher went about it the wrong way. But now I may be part of this if I want to be or not. Its something I feel strongly about and seeing the number of people who hold the same vision of rights and freedoms as I do seems to have motivated me. Some were even calling me to take the Preacher's place.

I think I will it's time that I stopped sitting around stagnant and did something. Time to show these pigs on their high pedestals that they can be brought down and broken just like anyone else. The problem is how? How do I gather and motivate the masses of the crushed and broken into a organized functioning force that the government cannot silence or deny. There's no way of getting the message out on the streets with out being killed on the spot, approaching a random person with our message is out of the question, what if they support the government, what if they turn us in, hell what if they turn out to be some undercover lapdog? How did the Preacher do it?

I'll have to think on this for a while but I believe a maelstrom of change is on the horizon. . .

Calming Rusted Playground

April 9th, 2053

I took a walk today among the atomic autumn trees. I found this old path back to a playground. No doubt at one point it was full of the cheerful screams and laughter of children, now only rust resides there.

It did me good to get away from the city, away from the air-raid sirens and the weeping of the buildings. Back to what this country once was, peaceful and serene. It made me feel human and almost alive again. I swung on the creaking swings, nothing too ambitious, just back and forth, thinking of absolutely nothing. The Preacher's death seems to have hit me harder that I thought. I've felt disconnected since hearing the news, the walk and the forest helped.

I think I'll go and see what is said when they send the Preacher off. Maybe I'll even say a few words, we were close, once. Maybe I'll even get involved in the whole resistance movement, god knows we could use some changes around here...

Death of a Preacher

April 8th, 2053

Someone came by last night, they told me The Preacher was dying. They said he was just giving up and passing on. He'd been the one that had planted the notion of resistance, that everything we were told and conditioned to believe was not fact. The word was that he wanted me to come by for the funeral. I'm not sure that I want to. The Preacher and I haven't spoken in a long while, the problem with teaching people to think for themselves is that they sometimes question what the teacher is telling them.

He talked of resistance and uprising. Some think The Preacher had his hand in a role in the events that got our country to the dark state that it has been reduced to. Know one really knows what or who he was before all of this. He just seemed to wander into the city and start ranting to anyone who would listen. Seems that he was just charismatic enough to gather a bit of a following and move his sermons out of the government's eye and into the underground.

He always talked of loving each other and how we should respect human life, and in the same breath would turn and spout bile of bombings and uprising. This is the reason I stopped going, stopped talking to him. The hypocrisy of his passion moved me away and shut me out. Seems that there are those who followed him blindly, even claiming responsibility for things he had done just to protect him. All in all though it seems after all this time the only thing that he couldn't charm into doing something for him was death.

Still don't know if I really want to go or not.
Maybe.