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

to what
I have to say. When Evenstad Media put out 'The Park' last year, a lot of
people posted about how wrong it was, how disappointed they were in society for
relishing in the death, the flat out murder. Anyone who said those things with
any sort of following didn't make it, always ended up dead relatively soon
after posting about it. So I can fully expect this to be one of my last posts,
if not my last post. But I still feel like it needs to be said. The detractors
could all go hide and stop voicing their opinions, but then Evenstad wins. And
if Evenstad wins, society loses. I would rather die for being a lone voice than
live knowing that I was lying.
    'The Mall' is evil, and society is worse for having it. The
fact that humanity as a whole watched this once, and now is watching it unfold
again? That makes me weep. Have we fallen so far? I don't want to believe it,
but the evidence is too clear. We must have. Otherwise, Evenstad Media would
never have renewed this bloodbath for another season. And again, this season is
one of the top rated programs on any channel, and will probably take the number
one slot before too long. That just adds to the depression of this whole thing.
It's not just back on the air, but it's been embraced once again.
    Nothing I say here is going to make a difference. I know
that. But maybe this can inspire one more person to take my place, to voice
another dissenting opinion. And maybe they can convince two others after they
'mysteriously' die. Then each of them two more, and on and on until there's
finally a movement against the sins of Evenstad Media.
     
    Signing off, hopefully not for the last time,
    Tim Butler

JOURNAL 06TESS
    ENTRY 003
    DATE: 1/14/2075
     
    I don't quite know what to make of what just happened. I
heard footsteps come up and stop, then something dropped on the floor and the
footsteps went away. I sat there for a long time, just to make sure that
nothing bad was going to happen. But when I finally looked out there, I saw…
food. A bundle of food, tied together with bungee cords. Like a care package or
something. I don't think this is part of the game. That letter didn't mention
anything about us getting food delivered. So somebody came along and gave it to
me, is the best I can figure. I started eating it before the idea of poison
occurred to me. But I feel all right, and it's been a few hours. I should be
feeling at least a little sick if someone was poisoning me. At least I think
so.
    I don’t know who it is, but I owe them. This food's going to
last for a while, if I stretch it out. And it means I don't have to leave the
shop, which is good, too. I don't want to risk going out there, but I would
have had to, if this sadistic game went on too long. I would have at least had
to go far enough to find something to eat, if I didn’t want to starve. I
probably would have gotten myself killed on the way there.
    So whoever my mystery benefactor is, I thank you, and I hope
I can get the chance to help you out, someday, the way you did for me.
     
    ENTRY END

JOURNAL 08QUINN
    ENTRY 004
    DATE: 1/14/2075
     
    I think I need to at least try to get through the guards
around that one door. It wouldn't be the first time I've been outnumbered and
made it out the other side okay. I don’t exactly feel right about killing them,
but I never exactly feel right about it. I still do it. I still need to keep
myself alive. I just have to get back into the right mindset for this kind of
thing. I have to separate this from who I am. But I'm finding myself having a
lot harder time of it than normal. When I'm doing it for work, I can do it for
work. It's my job, it's for the good of my country, but it's not me. This time…
I can't say that in here. It’s definitely for me, and only for me.
    I just can’t get past it. There's got to be some reason that
back room needs guarding that heavy. Half a dozen of them. It's got to be big.
Maybe some kind of controls. I doubt it's anything that useful, but I