one; video {everything changed when the birds came}.

[sedula]

[Sam is, like most Millennials, extremely comfortable with social media, so she doesn’t hesitate to fire up her comm device and make a video broadcast to introduce herself, once she’s read through some of the older posts and found her bearings. She’s fresh out of a bath, hair towel-damp, bruising and scratches visible on her face but at least the blood’s all washed off. She forces a smile on her face and takes a deep breath.]

So … this is Wonderland, huh? Not really what I imagined, but I guess anything’s possible, right?

[“Anything” … like finding yourself terrorized by mythological cannibalistic monsters on a remote mountain. She laughs quietly, like it’s a private joke. If she can joke about it, then maybe she can convince herself that what happened in the last twenty-four hours can’t be so awful.]

Anyway, I’m Sam – new here, obviously. Still just - [she gestures vaguely] - taking it all in, I guess, but I figured I should say hey, introduce myself, that sort of thing, so … hey. [She waves at the camera.] Nice to meet you all. Um, and I guess if any of my friends are here - [Emily, she reminds herself, all the rest of your friends are dead] - Em, or - or anyone else, give me a holler.

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[sedula]

[A year. Somehow that seems like both a very long stretch of time and not very long at all. A year is how long it's been since Beth and Hannah disappeared on the mountain. A year is how long the last day felt while fighting to survive until sunrise.]

Not yet. I did a little poking around on here but you're the only person I've talked to so far.

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[postictal]

there's a couple of them

[He sends her a file. This version's more likely to appeal to her, he suspects.]