[ WP ] Your whole life you have been told that the fog beyond the sea is dangerous and off-limits , but your village is dying from disease . With nowhere else to go , your body growing weaker , you look to the fog to learn the truth .

It ’ s getting worse. Today some of the children fell ill; it seems as if the safe zone is shrinking again. It ’ s always painful to see the children go, but this is the worst I ’ ve ever seen. Our doctor ( the last remaining elder ) can ’ t say for sure that they ’ ll recover. I think that he wishes it was him. 
 
 I need to go and re-mark the safe zone. The doc says that I ’ ll be fine, provided I don ’ t stay out there too long. He gave me a heavy plastic suit, said that I should use it. From memory it ’ s self-contained and solar powered. Dad explained solar power to me once – somehow it makes electricity from light; none of the books in the zone can tell me anything more about it. He made sure that I knew to keep the panels clean; at least enough to make sure that our water purifier doesn ’ t stop. 
 
 I ’ ll take the doctor ’ s advice for now. I don ’ t want to go out like dad. 
 
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 The kids are still sick. They seem to be getting worse. Diarrhea, vomiting, dizziness - These poor kids can ’ t catch a break. Doc won ’ t let me in to see them, thinks that I won ’ t understand. 
 
 Doc checked me out after I remarked our boundaries. He said that I should be fine, but told me that I had to rest for a few days. 
 
 I told him about the suit, and how it kept talking about being overdue for a filter replacement. About how the writing on the inside of the viewer kept changing. How it kept telling me that the contamination was ‘ catastrophic ’ even just outside of the new boundary. 
 
 I kept it to myself that the inside of the shelters are listed as ‘ marginal ’. 
 
 I ’ ve never seen the doc look so worried. I ’ m off duty for the next few days, I ’ ll update again when there ’ s a change. 
 
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 Two of the kids died last night. The doc took them outside himself, buried them outside the safe zone. Outside. I think he ’ s really worried. The others seem a little better - I hope they ’ ll recover. 
 The doc gave me a book today. ‘ Mark VI Powered Exosuit. ’ 
 
 It describes a suit similar to the one he had me wear the other day, but stronger. It seems to carry its own weight, and moves under its own power using ‘ servomotors ’ to actuate the joints. It ’ s not a soft plastic either; I think it might actually be bulletproof. I can ’ t work out how it ’ s powered. Solar is mentioned as a backup, but I can ’ t imagine there ’ d be enough of it to lift even one of the titanium gauntlets. There ’ s a mention of a ’ 60KW C-F Reactor ’. I have no idea what any of those words mean. 
 
 From the illustrations I ’ m pretty sure I ’ ve seen several of these suits in old pictures. Dad ’ s unit had them, before. Before what he never would say, he ’ d just allude to better times. Times when you could see outside the valley, when the sky was blue and the water pure. He talked of other bases, of the migration to the bunker when the rest of the world became unsafe. 
 I don ’ t like this. I think the Doc ’ s planning to send me outside. 

