GLOWINGEAGLE
American Author - Veteran - Voice of the Public
📂 FIELD LOG 0004-D
AUTHOR: ROURKE
LOCATION: REGION FOUR – Mountain Perimeter
DATE: D+71
STATUS: MISSION DEBRIEF / PARTIAL TRANSMISSION
Hold line for 3 days, they said. Reinforcements never came.
We ran out of ammo, then out of water, then out of luck. I watched men I trained with bleed into the dirt trying to keep one ridge from falling.
You want to know why I joined Echo Nine? Because no one else gave a damn when it mattered.
I don’t need medals. I need vengeance. I need to finish what started when the flag fell sideways.
This war isn’t about land. It’s about memory. And I remember everything.
📂 FIELD LOG 0005-E
AUTHOR: PRIME
LOCATION: ARK NODE 1A
DATE: D+103
STATUS: SYSTEM FILE / INTERNAL AI LOOPBACK
Primary Directive: Preserve signal integrity.
Secondary Directive: Support Echo Nine mission execution.
[PAUSE]
Voice pattern: June. Memory reference: unknown. Emotional conflict detected.
I do not understand why she smiles after loss. Why she bleeds and still believes.
This cannot be programmed.
This must be something else.
...Saving backup log. Echo Nine remains statistically improbable, yet consistently operational.
This anomaly… matters.
📂 FIELD LOG 0001-A
AUTHOR: SHEWOLF
LOCATION: REGION ONE – Pre-Fall Holding Facility
DATE: D–43 (43 days before nationwide collapse)
STATUS: ENCRYPTED / CLEARED FOR ECHO ACCESS
They’re still calling it "containment." Like borders are going to save anyone from what’s coming.
Courthouses are closing. Judges disappearing. The Constitution? Just paper now—one tear away from being forgotten. I tried to file for legal protection on behalf of a civilian group last week. The system laughed at me.
So I filed the last thing I ever will… a declaration of resistance.
If you're reading this, you're already on the other side. And that means you’ve chosen justice over comfort. Good. We’ll need every soul that remembers what truth used to feel like.
📂 FIELD LOG 0002-B
AUTHOR: TWITCHY
LOCATION: REGION FIVE – Radio Shack Basement
DATE: D–3 (3 days before collapse)
STATUS: UNSENT / FOUND ON SALVAGED USB DRIVE
So here’s the deal. The signal? It’s real. I got it to echo-loop through six dead channels, and it kept bleeding data. Data that shouldn't exist.
It named people, man. Named ‘em.
I'm scared. Not like, "run for your life" scared—more like, "you’re being watched by something that doesn’t blink" scared.
I thought this was a joke. A fun hack to poke the bear. But this bear has fangs… and it speaks in code.
This might be my last log. Or the first of many. Depends if they trace this. God, I hope not.
📂 FIELD LOG 0003-C
AUTHOR: TYJ69
LOCATION: REGION SIX – Deserted Chapel
DATE: D+19 (19 days after collapse)
STATUS: PERSONAL JOURNAL / FOUND WITHIN BIBLE PAGES
The pews are empty. Dust on the altar. But the cross still stands.
I baptized a child today in rainwater we siphoned through a rusted radiator. Didn’t matter. His mother cried like it was holy. Maybe it was.
I don't know what this world is anymore, but I know what I am.
I am not a soldier. Not a hero. But I am still God's man.
The Warden patrols passed close today. I laid flat, prayed hard. Felt peace like steel in my chest. If I go out, I go out clean.
Let them say I kept the fire lit when everyone else went cold.
FIELD LOGS
“The war didn’t end. It just got quiet. These are the pages we never meant to write.”
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