Dias de los muertos: Domingo 1+2

Authors note:

I will be finishing this story next. I hope you enjoy the finale when it happens and if you haven’t read it yet here is part 1 and 2 for your reading pleasure.

Cheers, Shade


June 21, 2054

My Darling,

Every day that I remain away from you is a horror beyond anything that I could possibly have predicted. I said I was willing to go to any lengths to procure the cure for you and I meant it, but the strain of being away from you and the children is already starting to get to me. The hot zone is nearly impossible to be in for any length of time but my CO seems to think that the terrorist cells are hiding there. It makes no sense. This area has been uninhabitable since the Great Burning. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to live through those times. As you know I am not a citizen of Anglia, and I rebel against the very notion of it. I wouldn’t be allowed to be with you if I was, my love.

As a scientist, I am privy to much information that the grunts are not, but still it is agonizing to be so close the hot zone. The slums that we are near are full of such suffering and many people die in front of me every day. I am not allowed to aid them. It is maddening. I feel an obligation to help them and yet can do nothing. You know why and I know why. I cannot write what I would most like to write in these letters for the simple reason that it is only important to the two of us.

As you must know, this job has two main purposes, one is to help track down the stolen contraband and of course, to share the new technology that I had been working on. I am loathe to do either of them as I fear for what the Anglian reprobates will do with it. What is there left for them? They already subjugate the continent to their will. Is it the fickle dream of conquering the greater Asiatic continent. We don’t even know if they are doing any better. My coworker, Dr. Maslow (whose name is a gross insult to the legacy of Maslow), is a corporate dog, only interested in lining his pockets and enjoying the high life in the technologically advanced and protected mega cities. He is a cruel man but he could be anyone’s son.

Jack Maslow is tall and lanky, but his eyes are always sparkling and he seems to have a way with other people. You wouldn’t know his cruelty unless you worked with him without other people around. The mask comes off and his sparkling eyes become sadistic and cunning. He begins to sneer more and can monologue like a Shakespearean villain.  He believes in the Anglian theory of genetic superiority and is a proponent of the engineering of the best human beings genetically speaking. He also can do it  and has been doing it for a long time. Despite my experiences, I had no concept of how far they had come in that regard. But I best not talk too much about it. Just know that I will be back to you as soon as I can.

Love always

Ken Li Martinez


Θα σώσει το παιδί μας και εσύ. Η αγάπη μου θα δούμε ξανά πολύ σύντομα. Τα μέλη της διμοιρίας μου δεν είναι τα πιο σοφή. Η ομιλία στα ελληνικά ήταν μια καλή ιδέα. Παρά τους φόβους μου, οι άντρες εδώ δεν είναι λόγιοι. Και πάλι η αγάπη μου είχε δίκιο.

Tha sósei to paidí mas kai esý. I agápi mou tha doúme xaná polý sýntoma. Ta méli tis dimoirías mou den eínai ta pio sofí. I omilía sta elliniká ítan mia kalí idéa. Pará tous fóvous mou, oi ántres edó den eínai lógioi. Kai páli i agápi mou eíche díkio

August 1st, 2054

My love,

It has been ages since I last heard from you and the last letter I received has been all that has kept me going. I had trouble getting this sent as the couriers here are being difficult. The Anglian militia is very observant, almost as observant as you. They seem to prevent any undesirable correspondence out of Delhi. The Anglian militias weren’t as common here before you left but have gotten out of hand. Our leaders are struggling to prevent uprisings and resources are scarce. Teaching used to be my only escape but now it feels hollow. The children no longer come to class and I cry every evening thinking of our children. I miss them so much my love. I miss you as well. Why haven’t you written as much? Javier was the best courier and the most reliable. He was a bit careless but nobody was as reliable in delivering undesirable correspondence. I mustn’t write anymore, my energy is lower and without water there is little point. I hope that I hear from you before I am gone. I dream of you every evening. Please, don’t take any unnecessary risks.

I love you,



मुझे पासवर्ड मिला यह आपको हमारी बेटी को बचाने में मदद करेगा।

mujhe paasavard mila yah aapako hamaaree betee ko bachaane mein madad karega.

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