Yesterday, a pair of Martyrs came for me. They told me that Martyr Alpha had requested my presence for something. To my knowledge, he was currently overseeing an operation out in a certain location that I would not like to disclose right now, so I packed some things and prepared to leave with them.
We had no sooner made it out the door than I heard a gunshot, and one of the Martyrs went down.
You ever hear of pink mist? Let me assure that it is very real.
The other Martyr, instead of looking for the sniper, immediately pulled his gun on me. I think that this was when I realized that something really messed up was going on.
He pointed his gun at my kneecaps, and just before he squeezed the trigger, the sniper took him out as well.
Then I heard a voice. A voice that sounded vaguely familiar. It shouted one word at me.
So I did. I ran. I got in a car and drove as far from the complex as I could.
I have no idea what's going on. I have no idea what those Martyrs wanted. I have no idea where I'm going to go.
An hour ago I logged onto our secure database and found out that I'd been designated a high-priority target (though lethal force was not authorized).
So here I am, out on the road with no where to go. I have a lot of data with me, so I'll probably keep updating this blog as normal, if only so that I still have some hint of normalcy in my life.