The Mall (Evenstad Media Presents Book 2) by Voss Foster Read Free Book Online

with the others joining in
around the world to mourn alongside you, but there are so many more than just
that. So many of them. Of us. And some of us are angry enough to start doing
something. We can’t manage much, but we’re doing what we can.
    You have reason to be angry. I don’t want to feed that, or
introduce it if it’s not there, so stop reading now if you’re already on the
path to finding peace. All I’ll do to that is redirect you somewhere darker.
It’s not my goal to breed anger, just harness what already exists.
    But if you’re already there, and you need an outlet, we can use
any help available. The handful of us willing to act against Evenstad right now
are seeking to open the world’s eyes to their evils, a little at a time, and
every voice is important in that. Chances are good we’ll do very little, in the
end, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t bother.
    If you can accept all that, and you’re willing to help, I’d
be glad to have you. We all would. I won’t expect a response any time soon.
Your son is more important than any of this.
    Please take care of yourself through everything, no matter
what you decide to do, Gina. There’s no way to bring Ned back, but I’m sure he
wouldn’t have wanted you mired in sorrow the rest of your life.

JOURNAL 10ALEXA
    ENTRY 003
    DATE: 1/13/2075
     
    The big guy who's been living over in the Mitchell's at the
end of the mall came out of hiding. I'd seen glimpses of him once or twice, but
nothing more than that. He's big. Really big. And he's over with some woman in
an adult store up here. I don't know why they’re together. It could be just
happenstance, or one of them wanting to kill the other. But if they are working
together, then I think a lot of us might be fucked, myself included. Two of
them working together aren't good news, as far as I'm concerned. No matter who
they are. It's probably more than twice as dangerous as either of them would
have been alone.
    I'm just going to stay tucked away in here until the threat
looks less. It won't be less, and I know that, but I'd like to lie to myself
about it, if I can.
     
    ENTRY END

JOURNAL 12IMRAN
    ENTRY 002
    DATE: 1/13/2075
     
    I saw something very odd and had to document it. It's still
happening. I hope I can type to keep up with it. Two people ran past my shop,
toward the stairs. A man and a woman went by, and the guards were tracking them,
but not firing. No. Wait. Guns up. They both stopped. They’ll die, I’m sure of
it.
    He pushed her. The man pushed her toward the guards and ran
into the shop across the way from me. And of course she died. I wish I could
unsee it. But more, I wish I could undo it. I wouldn't wish death on anyone, no
matter their crimes, and here we are all victims, not criminals. Even the man
who murdered her, though I would say he walks a fine line.
    I hope there is peace for her, if any afterlife exists.
     
    ENTRY END

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JOURNAL 03BILL
    ENTRY 003
    DATE: 1/13/2075
     
    I scared the guy I was trying to get on my side. The little
Asian-looking one. But only a first. Once I explained, he got it. Or decided
that I was too scary to mess with. It probably looked like that, the way I
threw Lia off to the guards. But it worked. It was like we hit a switch and
they turned their attention to us, so I tossed her away. They focused on her
and I ran my ass into the makeup shop.
    It's kind of weird that I don't feel worse about getting her
killed. I figured I would. I'm more upset that I don't feel bad than I am about
her dying. Guess that's something I can deal with later, once I get out of
here. I can get a good therapist with twenty million bucks to play with.
    This guy, Kim. I made a good choice. He's definitely gay,
and he's coming onto me, which I didn't necessarily expect. But that's going to
make it easier for me to use him, and to get him out of the way when the time
comes. Both of which are good things for me. I'm planning to keep him around
until the very end, but we'll