Journal Entry (P7-4k2)

Grasping the little girl I ran and ran, forcing myself not to look back. They were following me, chasing me, never giving up. This was to the death. Suddenly all was silent. No more did I hear bloody battle cries screamed by the monsters in their hideous language, or even the thud of their heavy feet hitting the metallic floor on which we stood. Finally, I stopped. I turned. And suddenly all went black.
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I am Clone P7-4K2, a pilot-in-training (PIT for short) in the Blaze Squadron. Once the rest of the youth and I are fully trained, we will join the rest of the squadron as we use our strengths, as well as special hand-crafted weapons, to rid the universe of Things. What, you may ask, are Things? They are the worst of all the monsters in the universe, and their home planet is Base K. The PITs have trained
We hadn’t had children on P1 since 2089, WAY before I was cloned. All the fighters and residents here are cloned around age 18, and grow older from there. This child looked to be about 7 years old, and had curly red hair and freckles. She wore a green tank top that had a picture of an odd creature on it, probably an animal. Those had all gone extinct centuries ago. Suddenly I was frozen between two options. I wanted to show off my newly-acquired Bravery and Fight like the soldier I was meant to be. However, I also wanted to help the small girl cowering in the corner. Weighing the pros and cons of each option, I realized that while going back out to fight would help save the Clone community from destruction, the little girl needed help. However, before I could make my final decision, the door to the bunkroom burst open and a group of Things plunged in, determined to rid the building of all life except their own. The Things were standing in the doorway, and there was no other escape. With no other choice, I grabbed the child and