They Say the Grass is Greener

-Three Minutes to Impact-

To whoever recovers this from the charred wreckage and the mangled bits of limb that was my body: I ain't no hero. I didn't want this. I was just some guy who fell in with crowd led by another guy who said alotta stuff that made sense, ya know? The Feds tell us they keep us isolated for our own protection. Starving, Dying, yeah I feel real protected. They put the Wall up for us they says, but they ain't foolin' no one.

-Two Minutes to Impact-

Damn this this thing is movin'. Still twelve miles out. I think I hear a siren behind me, took the morons long enough. All the technology humanity could offer, but you strap a couple of turbojets to a 1 ton chunk of steel construction equipment and Mr. Newton suddenly becomes a whole lot scarier. I was supposed to see the fireworks myself, but the moron who stole the gyro-nav for this frankenfreak managed to get an additional 30 grams of lead added into the thing making off with it and another 45 in himself so it's pretty much toast.

-One Minute to Impact-

Crap. One minute. So no navigation, and that left nothing but the good ol' Mark One Eyeball and a butt with too many beers to guide this guy home. Not too many volunteers, obviously, so my sorry butt spun her up and took off before anyone could stop me. I guess I've finally done something with my sorry life. I know none of this is new info to anyone who knows anything 'bout this but it helps me.

-30 Seconds to Impact-

Fed's definitely gaining on me. At this point not much can stop me, but I'm sure he'll try. Love to see the look on his face when he figures he's a goner too. It's the little things, I guess. Assholes getting what they deserve, clean air and water, and green grass. Green...hmm...that'd be something to see. Well, this is...me, I guess...signing o----

Done