Monday, December 21st—11:53
AM
It’s another long, tiresome day on
the road.
At this point, we’re all starting to
get on each other’s nerves. Kaylah and
Lauren already had a spat this morning on the driving music; trust me when I
say it got ugly.
I think we’re staying in New York
for a little while longer. Matt managed
to strike a deal with one of the campground owners and we’ll be able to park
here until next Monday, when business starts up again.
Tuesday, December 22nd—5:08
PM
We’re in the Winnebago eating dinner
(Ramen Noodles!) when Matt suddenly says, “Guys wasn’t the chipping day today?”
We all stop eating. Raymond is frozen mid-bite, noodles hanging
out of his mouth and dangling into the bowl.
He slurps up the noodles and then says “Wait, was that today?”
Kaylah already has her phone
out. “Yeah, it was. Check out this picture.”
She passes her phone around and we
all take a look at the glowing image on the screen. There’s people lined up outside hospitals,
with armed guards flanking the lines.
“Jeez Louise,” says Gavin. “They’re taking this seriously.”
“Well, we’re screwed,” Alicia
contributes. “They must know we were
never accounted for and chipped.”
I shrug. “Not necessarily. A lot of people have gone missing.”
Jay mutters something that sounds
suspiciously like “Yeah, my parents.”
Gavin stares hard into his
bowl. “Guys…” he starts, “Is it bad that
I never told my parents I was leaving?
Or that I never talked to them since?”
Alicia
jumps up. “What do you mean you never
called them?!”
Lauren
fist bumps Gavin. “Same here, man.”
“I
hardly talked to my parents since we left,” I say. “Just my mom.
I called her once. She had good
sense not to call back.”
“I
wonder what my family is doing this year for the holidays,” says Kaylah
quietly. “I wish I were home.”
A
silence descends over the table as we think back to earlier holidays, before
the Novites. I look over at Raymond, who is staring stoically at his action
figures that he has lined up beside his dinner.
He looks so… lost. So does
Jay. And Kaylah, and Lauren, and I look
around the table and see us all for what we really are: a bunch of scared kids
who have no ideawhat we’re doing. Why was
this ever a good idea?
It’s
almost too much to reflect on.
“Okay,”
I say loudly, clapping my hands. “Let’s
play a game or something!”
Alicia
and Matt jump up and start collecting dishes off the table.
“Yeah,
games are good,” says Jay.
We
all scramble to clean up and Raymond pulls out the Life board game. No one mentions our families again.
Wednesday, December 23rd—11:13
AM
“Hey, Singularity?” Jay calls,
sticking his head out of the Winnebago door.
I’m sitting on a large rock that juts
out of the ground, a little ways from the Winnebago. It’s nearly freezing out today, with a stiff
wind ripping through the campground every few minutes or so. The snow has hardened into a stiff shell, and
it reflects the pale sunlight. The
valley below us is quiet, hardly any cars on the road below, although at night
we could see Christmas lights twinkling in and around the houses. I’m thinking of home again and being this far
away at this time of year makes it all feel so unreal, so—
“Sin?” Jay asks again. “What do I call you, Olivia, Singularity, Sin
for short?”
I turn around and toss a clump of
snow at him. “Not Sin.”
Jay shrugs. “Okay then.
Well anyways, Sin, Gavin wants
to see you. Something about the DAMCOM.”
I get up and trudge inside. Peeling off my frozen sneakers, I follow Jay
over to Gavin’s desktop set up. Gavin
has a message pulled up on the computer.
“What is this?” I ask.
“See for yourself,” says Gavin.
I squint at the tiny font and read
the message.
Claus kq tbau ceudnj im qqf, mywv fs cf vse jdcne qzgce wsuhefd
htrml yzn.
sgw sapw htvy vcjs.
It
reads as entirely gibberish, and the sender’s name is restricted.
“No idea where it came from,” says
Gavin.
Matt hears us and turns away from
the stove, where he is attempting to make soup.
“I think it’s some sort of glitch,” Matt says.
“But maybe it’s not,” I
respond. “Gavin, did you try to decode
it?”
“Uh, yeah,” he says. “We ran it through a bunch of stuff. If we had a key word we could probably get a
little further, but they didn’t include one.”
“Huh.” We stare at the message, trying to decipher
any bit of it in our heads. “And no
sender information?”
“It was sent from somewhere in
Massachusetts, but that’s about all I could track.”
I see Lauren, sitting on the couch,
perk up when she hears us mention Massachusetts. “We could go home, couldn’t we? Investigate a little?”
“Nah, too dangerous. They’re doing chipping in Massachusetts this
week,” I say. “Let’s not reply for
now. We’ll wait ‘til after Christmas
before we try to get ourselves killed again.”
Friday, December 25th—8:20
AM
“Merry Christmas everyone!” Raymond
screams. I sit up in my sleeping bag,
rubbing my eyes. “Seriously, Raymond?”
He points to the little tree we set
up on the table. “Santa came!”
“What do you mean?” I stand up, curiously, and then laugh when I
see the letters that we wrote for each other under the tree.
The rest of the crew starts to wake
up and I see Alicia lazily turning on the stove and Matt getting out
Bisquick.
“Merry Christmas, guys,” says
Gavin. “Even though I don’t celebrate.”
“You’re a champ, Gavin,” replies
Matt.
I almost flick on Good Morning
America, but then I stop. I don’t want
any Novite news to spoil today.
9:00 PM
It’s an hour before the broadcast
and we have decided to read our holiday letters to each other. After Lauren guesses my authorship on her
letter, I slit my envelope open and start to read.
“Dear Sin,” I start. I glare over at Jay, who is doing a poor job
of hiding a smirk.
“Well, that was easy to guess,” says
Kaylah.
“You seemed like a cool cat when I
met you at that rest stop. As always, my
judgement was right. I’m not sure what
else to write, so I taped some memes onto this letter. Sincerely, Jay.”
There was a huge postscript, but I don’t
read it aloud. Instead I give Jay a
thumbs up and say “Thanks for the memes.”
“That letter was short lived,” remarks
Alicia. Everyone laughs as Gavin says “Let
me guess, Jay, you remembered ten minutes ago that we were doing this.”
Jay puts his hands in his pocket and
shrugs. Maybe it was the screwed up
lights on our Charlie Brown Christmas tree, but I could’ve sworn Jay was
turning red. As Jay read his letter to
the group, I continued reading mine.
So
yeah, anyways, thanks for not abandoning me at the mall the other day. When you guys gave me the money to go get
some more clothes, about five minutes later I started thinking that this whole
mall trip was part of a plan to ditch me.
So thanks for not doing that.
Like
I said, you seem like a cool cat, Sin. Hell,
back before the Novites, I might even ask you out, but ain’t nobody got time
for that when we have the Novites on our backs.
Plus, you know, Romeo and Juliet knew each other for, like, six days and
they were dead by the end of the play soooooo
Seriously
though, there’s something I need to tell you.
My
brother has gone missing. He’s like
Raymond’s age. My parents had dropped
him off at my grandparents before we left to escape the Novite regime. I
wanted to tell all of you, but I didn’t want anyone to worry.
I
don’t know what to do to find him, and I don’t want him to end up like that
women you found. Why would they take
children, Sin? He’s innocent.
I
need to find him. I have some ideas,
too.
For
real this time, signing off
--Agent
Jay
I glance over to Jay, hoping to
offer some nonverbal sympathy, but he won’t make eye contact with me. I add his brother to the ever-growing list of
missing persons in my head. Mrs. Whitson, Wilson, Sparky’s roommate, the
women at the hospital, Jay’s brother.
I still cannot find any
correlation. Their ages, genders, and
races are all varied. Think harder, Olivia. You know it’s not random.
Matt interrupts my train of thought
by suddenly yelling “Yooo it’s time for the show!”
We scramble and set up the studio,
and within minutes I’m on the air.
“Hey it’s me, Singularity, back for
another edition of Lone Voice Radio. A Merry
Christmas to those who celebrate!”
And though I sound cheerful on the
radio, my mind stays in a dark place, filled with thoughts of the missing
persons and, I nearly forgot, the mysterious coded message to our DAMCOM.
Once again, nothing makes sense. A Merry Christmas, indeed.
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A/N
I’m
so sorry about the delay again! This time it was summer work.
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keyword for this week’s cipher is “Claus”
Eznzdknt ix Kytyjgdt
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