Log #1402

Pen has to hurry up. There are more of them gathering outside. But not just standing there–the same group keeps passing along the road, like it’s on a patrol. And every time it comes around it’s bigger.

It won’t be long before they know we’re here.

If they don’t know already.

Eleven o’five. Pen says five hours more work, at least.

– Titouan Denaux