[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

Day 98 
 
 The Day began in the dark. We've learned to move around at night you see. Since our escape from The Nursery Home, we've began to see patterns among the immortals. The crooks, murderers, rapists, they get what's coming to them in the end, world's still spinning is n't it? So the immortals, in large stick to their bed times. They ca n't see you too well, failing eyesight is the first sign of a hungry octogenarian, and only the outcasts starve. 
 When dawn approached we finally reached Downtown, trying to find some last sanctuary. Ca n't get out of the city, once oldies realised mortality was in the grasp after murder, a lot of them went around to live ye older life on the farms bordering the town. They also became the guards for anyone trying to escape. Not many of us are left. You'd think there'd be fair play once the morals all dropped, not when you're grandparents are the sons and daughters of empires. 
 I mean these guys were built on institutionalised violence, fathered by the last great war, built to be 
 
 We've been discovered. Lauren spotted the golf cart plotting around the old abandoned Heavy-Metal Club we we're camped in. Barely able to keep my thoughts straight. Some of these guys still run marathons, so we have to keep moving. 
 
 After we got discovered we went through into the old `` Emo park'', now called `` Sunrise Orchards'', and actually saw a Lynching! Rows of punks, hippies, gays all lined up next to a noose. Had a man up on stage next to the noose turning a wheel with a bunch of balls with numbers on them. Pedro heard him shout `` 48!'' 
 One of them shouted `` BINGO!'' went up, strung up one from the line, pulled it. And. 
 That sound still pinches at my neck. 
 Pedro was about to get sick so we had to bolt out of there before they saw the grass. 
 We've found shelter in an Apple store, they detest these places still. 
 We've rigged the place with tripwire to play `` Limp Bizkit'', just in case we need to rush an escape. 
 We saw some graffiti before the entrance, just high enough for them to not clean it. In red was ST, and in a mix of gold and black in a liquid type text was MGC. 
 I think we've found it, a last sanctuary for the few of us left, to meet, to find a way to fight back. St. Marks General Care hospital, the one place they'd never want to go back to, we'll head out at first light. 
 It's Sunday, should be easier. 
 There has to be a way to stop this. And if not. To a place where the tables are in our favour, not this little island town, of the nearly dead and the newly dead. 
 To anyone who gets this group message, there is hope. 
 
 Look to your elders, 
 And run! 

