I feel strange. I feel like I am less sane than I was in City 7. City 45 is different, but the same. It has the same CCA, the same Overwatch, the same Nexus, the same terribly brutal conditions, and the same ghetto-like districts. City 45's ghetto is District six. I have found a small room and set up in it. I have been shot no less than three times. My wounds are terrible, but clean and fixed. I've only given my name out to one person, Daeny Morrison, my brother Sam's friend. I feel that that was a bad idea. The times I've been almost arrested were too close. Twice I had to throw myself into the unit when he least expected it, then run. That's how I was shot. There's one unit.. 899, by the looks of his armband, in particular that I dislike. He must be removed.
*The page is splattered with blood and the handwriting is shaky*
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