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So many people believe in me, I bring so many people hope, but I myself don't know.. I just don't know. I can't describe my emotions. I guess you would describe it as the inability to tell anyone what's going in my life, because I don't think anyone can help me. After all, im known as a monster, or a hero, depending on whoevers side your on.
I don't know if I made the right choice. The aircraft im flying is designed so well, it's straining my body to the point where I think it's killing me. I feel dizzy after landing, I have experienced some short term memory loss, and breathing problems. I don't think I can take much more of this. I don't want to burden the medical staff though, and I don't think they would believe me.
I feel like I have to though, after what ive witnessed. Back when they first came back, in my home city, I saw horrible things. In Richmond, I was at a party. It was in the downtown area, I was with my best friends, and everything seemed normal. Someone looked outside, and told everyone to look. There was a military convoy headed down the street, just as they were passing by, an alarm came on the radio telling us to stay inside.
I don't remember a lot from that night, it was a blur, but what I do remember is that one of those pterosaurs ended up inside the apartment we were partying in. I hid under my friends bed, I was trying to stop myself from sobbing while hiding so I wasnt seen by it, I was the only one left. The door to the apartment was locked, and only the owner had the key.. my best friends were scrambling to get out, they were fighting, eachother, doing anything they could to get the key, I watched as the thing, that should not have even been alive, slowly stepped towards them. I closed my eyes when it did get to them. Why couldnt they have opened the door, and let eachother out before it got to them? It wouldnt have been able to fit through the door.
It left the house, and shortly after it did.. I went even deeper into city, it's a miracle I wasnt killed. So many people were running, but there was even more people fighting. I witnessed two large theropods taking on an M1A2 Abrams Tank. The tank was winning, until one of those light things shoot a beam of light from above, I heard the screams of the tank crew as the metal of the roof litteraly melted, and turned to molten liquid. I think only the driver managed to get out, the rest of the crew had to have drowned in the molten metal of their own tank.
Maybe thirty seconds after that, an Apache attack helicopter flew out from behind a tall building, shooting it's autocannon at the dinosaurs below. Then, out of all things, a fucking dryosaurus smashed through a window from a part of the building above the helicopter, it fell towards the helicopters rotor blades, and deliberatly fell into them. It died, but it destroyed the helicopters rotor blades and engine in the process, causing the Apache helicopter to crash into another building, causing rubble to fall onto the streets, and crush many of the people on the street.
I could go on, but the worst things I saw by far, were the things we the people did. The fact that nobody helped anyone else, I saw dinosaurs leap onto fleeing civilians, and the crowd just ran past, not stopping to help. I also saw people robbing from stores, and even stealing things from individual people. I saw people doing horrible things to eachother.
I eventually got out of the city, I had a job in the airforce, and I walked towards Norfolk which was still standing strong, under a group that called themselves the Chesapeake Federation. I joined, and since I was one of the only people left alive after the initial attacks, I was told to fly the F-22. There were only a few F-22 Raptors left, most had been destroyed, and we had the only operational squadron of F-22's that wasnt apart of the loyalist forces. Once the 2nd american civil war started, I was forced to kill so many people. I didn't want to.
I don't want anyone to see this document, I don't want people to loose hope in me.