see how well that all goes. If I have to get rid
of him early, I'll go back at my plans a different way.
Need to get back to him. He's over there trying to turn me
on and get my attention. Not subtle at all. Not saying it isn't working,
either. I just couldn't have asked for a better tool to get dropped in my lap.
He wants me, and I can make good use of that.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 11KIM
ENTRY 003
DATE: 1/13/2075
I was pretty sure I was going to die. Some huge musclehead
came in here. Says his name is Bill. Bill. It's such an ugly name. Much uglier
than him. He's totally not my type, but I saw the way he was looking at me,
after we got past the part where I pleaded for my life. I know that look, used
to get it all the time in the clubs and bars back home. If he thinks I'm cute
enough to fuck, I'm going to use that to my advantage. That's how Rita won last
season, so there's no reason it can't work this time around, too. I'm going
into full on slut mode with him. He's a big, strong guy. He can keep me safe,
once I’ve won him over. Should be easy enough. Most guys are pretty easy to
figure out. All I have to do is get him to blow a few loads and I should be set.
So I guess I'll be fucking on national TV. Or international TV. Hell, I'd do it
live and in person, if it was life or death like this. Plus he's not the worst
looking guy I've slept with.
He's eyeing me. Got to stop the journal and get back to
work. Have to pay the bodyguard, after all.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 04DANA
ENTRY 003
DATE: 1/14/2075
It's quiet in here. It's night time, so all the overhead
lights are off, and there's just a little moonlight coming in through the windows.
I like it. It's as close to peaceful as I’ve seen in here. There's a girl who
runs around about this time, but she hasn't tried to kill me, so I just ignore
her and she ignores me. At least that’s how it’s worked so far. Besides her,
most everyone is just asleep or holed up in their stores. Except the woman who
died over there.
The young man from the pet shop is still there on the floor,
too. He's starting to reek. You can't get away from the smell. It's probably
not very healthy to be breathing in whatever comes off a dead body when it's
decomposing, but there's not a lot I can do about it. No place to bury him in
here.
I've been watching someone else, lately. He's not as close,
but I think I could like him, maybe even enough to risk asking him for help
instead. Just looking at him makes me feel more peaceful. I don't know why,
exactly. He's older than the pet shop one, though clearly younger than me. He's
down in a toy store at the opposite end of the mall, past the fountain. And the
men with guns. But I'm playing with a notion. It's kind of crazy, but with
things going the way they are, and all of us apparently up for death, I don't
think any of us could make it to the end alone. I know for a fact I can't. Two
weeks trying proved that fact to me.
Looking at him, I just can't help but think that maybe I
should go over there, risk be damned. We could do our best to just live this
all out in peace. It won't last, but I could make it a little longer over there
with him, I think. I just have to wait for the right time to actually make it
over to him without getting shot at. I'm still working on just how to do that.
I’ve started throwing what I could find out to try and attract the guard’s
attention to see how far they would go. I’m sure there has to be some safe
space for us to move, otherwise the show would be horribly boring. I don’t know
if I’ll learn anything or just look like a fool doing it, but it’s better than
simply thinking.
If I ever do figure out a way to make it across to this new
man, that’s definitely where I’ll be.
ENTRY END
A Plea into Emptiness: On Evenstad Media's 'The Mall'
Posted 1/13/2075
I'm putting this up knowing full well what might happen. And
knowing full well how few people are really going to pay any attention
Starla Huchton, S. A. Huchton