Entry 33 – (Live Feed, within the rubble of a confined golden age apartment complex)
Okay, okay. We’ve got to figure this shit out, Leo. I see things going one a’ two ways. Either we can push on into this mess or we can back out up the mountain, flag the ship, and get the hell outta here before we join the dead of this Dead Zone.
//Yes, your powers of deduction would be breathtaking if I had any to give. But seriously, I calculate that making the ‘push into this mess’ is our best option. Given the deteriorated state of your gear matched with your ever-depleting reservoir of ammunition, I personally don’t think we’d make it back up that mountain to our ship.//
You’re right. Don’t know who called us here. Don’t know who shot us down, or if those two who’s are one in the same – we don’t even know the meaning behind that damn beacon that got us into this mess. Its time we find some answers, Leo. Let’s go back to the Courtyard where we got chased by that ‘Lock and her Axion bolts. And keep my Light hot. I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna need the ole Incendiary Blades this afternoon.
//Roger that. Just don’t miss in the ‘heat of the moment’ and hit me with one again. You’ll melt my Sugary Shell!//
(Snorts and laughter)…Just keep my Light lit, Leo. I’m not gonna be able to hit anything if you keep this up – and its like you said; I don’t have much ammo left. We’re gonna need my Blades if we want to solve this mystery. And that’s just what I plan to do.
//Go on, Guardian!//