Log entry #1:

They told me that the tech was perfectly safe. Which, for the expected parameters, I have to admit, it was. But apparently, while I was taken out sometime after this all started - I don't know exactly when; they didn't tell us much - I got put back in, and I was never meant to stay frozen more than a month, at the outside. Good thing someone tripped the failsafes at some point, or I'd still be in there...

Anyway. This is my third day up, and the first one I've had access to a computer I could get into. From what I've been able to tell from newspapers and such I'm in New York... Kind of sad I didn't recognize it, but hey, what can you do? It's a big place, and the memory loss sure doesn't help with that kind of thing.

                                                                                    March 29th, 2013, 10:00 PM
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Nightmare - July 15th, 2012, 12:00 AM - Ciudad del Viento, Mexico

"Two survivors spotted, sir," I say quietly, trusting the throat mike to relay my words to the team leader - a man I don't know, unlike two of the others in our five-man squad, the previous leader having been called away for unknown reasons -, keeping a close eye on the pair through the scope on the experimental rifle - known to me only as a 'Whisper', presumably indicating it's somehow silenced, though I can't see how, and it doesn't even look like it fires actual bullets - I was given before the mission as I do. "Looks like they're maybe nineteen, twenty. Don't seem to be armed..."

A pause, long enough that I'd doubt he heard me, were it not for the fact that I can hear a murmur through my headset, occasionally rising enough for me to pick out a few words in Spanish - including 'mutantes' and 'caido' in quick succession, respectively the words for 'mutants' and 'fallen', making me wonder just what they sent us into this time -, from which I surmise that he's talking to one of the local higher-ups, though I wouldn't expect getting orders to take this long...

"Our orders are are to treat them as hostiles with unknown capabilities. They are also to be considered armed until specifically determined otherwise. No further explanation was forthcoming, as the person who tried to provide one rather abruptly cut off," he says dryly, nearly making me jump, having been too focused on trying to decipher the discussion to remember to wait for his reply.

I could protest. Probably should. Instead, I line up a shot on the center of the girl's torso - headshots look good, but with a gun I know nothing about, I want to have as much margin for error as I can -, then pull the trigger.

For a moment, I think nothing happened - there was no sound, no kick, not even a flash to indicate I'd fired. Then a red line appears on her shirt, and she topples, spine cut neatly in two, to judge by the location of the injury and the angle I'm at.

I start to shift the scope onto the other, only for him to simply disappear... I've seen people run before, and it can be hard to keep them in view, sure, but they don't just vanish like that.

Now rather rattled, I pull back from the scope, scanning the area - and spot him on the other side of the courtyard they were standing in. I couldn't have gotten over there in the time he had; how the hell did he do that?

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Reality - March 30th, 2013, 2:17 AM - New York City

I snap awake, heart pounding, and swear softly as I climb out of bed, heading over to one of the armchairs this place came with and curling up under some blankts, before booting up the computer I found earlier, intending to surf the web for a while - what I plan on doing there, I don't know; I somehow doubt any of the webcomics I was following have kept updating through all this, though I do have a bit of hope for my forums -, only to find that all it'll show is a weird-ass chatroom, with 'No. 361925' and 'March 30th, 2013' at the top.

Better than the dreams I was having, though, so I shrug and resign myself to using it, as it's still better than nothing at all, which is what I was half-expecting, then begin to type.

//Not sure if anyone's seeing this or not, but if you are, hello.
//You can call me 'Snow Angel'. Silly name, I know, but long story
//short, I was part of some cryogenics experiment and got left in a
//little too long, which seems to have caused some brain damage,
//seeing as I don't remember my name, or a fair number of other
//things, anymore, and it seemed fitting.
//
//Also, at present, I'm in New York City. The date is March
//30th, 2013. If anyone else is around, please leave a message
//here.
//
//Finally, I plan to try to cobble together some sort of radio system,
//if possible; if I manage it, I'll put up the frequency here. Plans
//for it depend on whether or not anyone is actually around to
//listen...

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Reality - July 24th, 2013, 4:17 AM - New York City

I sigh softly, curled up, once again, under a pile of blankets in an armchair. It's been a long time since I did this last... The circumstances are mostly the same, though, aside from the hope that getting on the web will actually work right. Another nightmare, more insomnia, all that fun stuff.

Of course, this time, I have some hot chocolate on the table next to me, being a bit more settled now, and that's helping, but aside from little details like that, no-one would know this wasn't the same night.

But it helps. So why worry about it? It's not like I need more upheaval, after all. Plenty of chaos all around me... And this is the best way I know of to comfort myself after a nightmare, especially when I might be able to talk to other people, so I open up my browser for the first time in months, the screen displaying that weird chatroom - the number this time is '3562849', and the date 'July 24th, 2013' - and start to type.

//Memory problems. An ongoing issue for me. How lovely it is to be
//able to forget where you stashed something the morning after you
//do. (That was sarcasm, in case you couldn't tell.)
//Aaaanyhow. This is your resident Snow Angel here (for those of
//who weren't around, just deal. I don't know my real name). Sorry
//'bout the delay, but, as some of you may have guessed, my
//laptop was what I couldn't find.
//
//Just how did I lose it for three months, you ask? I forgot it at a
//used bookstore, then, the next morning, didn't remember that I'd
//taken it with me. Those who, for some reason, still remember who
//I am, and what happened to me, may connect this to why I don't
//know my own name. They're probably right. As for why I didn't
//look for it there, well, a whole pack of mutant dogs moved in and
//cut me off from it, or I would have, once I thought about it. So it
//was less 'I forgot for four months' and more 'I couldn't get to it'.
//(Why not use another? Well, to be honest, I was a little busy, but
//the other reason is passwords. People in this area were
//apparently pretty security-conscious.)
//
//On to some things that might be relevant to y'all, though. First,
//those dog-things are *dangerous*. Don't go messing with a pack.
//Second, they have some kind of toxin - those stingers on their
//tails aren't just for show. Caught me like it was designed to
//paralyze, but I got a really light dose - and that might vary, too.
//Third, they seemed to fight harder when the big one - call it the
//Alpha - was around. Not sure why. Some kind of pack thing?
//Maybe they had weirder mutations than just being poisonous.
//Hard to say... I've seen some weird shit, both on this and IRL.
//
//In on other news, I saw a post from someone called Io. Good luck
//on your trip, wherever you are. I know you asked people to look
//for you, but I'm not really up for going on a chase when I have no
//clue where you are. Stick a tag in if you get on again, 'kay? Might
//be someone'll actually be able to do so that way.
//
//Another follower bonus: That radio system's now up. Turns out it
//was actually fairly simple, so now if anyone else is around, we can
//talk, I guess. Be on the lookout for me - or I guess listen might be
//more appropriate -, wouldya? Be nice to have people to
//actually talk with.
//
//If you've not got the equipment, I set up terminals at the
//following three locations - get to one, and it's preset with the
//frequency. I'm up at all hours (I get some *vicious* nightmares)
//so try anytime if you're around.
//
//Also, the date is July 24th, 2013, and I'm in New York City still.
//Try to get to me if you can, and if you're not dumb enough to go
//after me, I'll see about putting you up.