I hate, hate, that I can't tell you anything! That I have to be so vague about what's going on, where I am... but we don't know if they're still intercepting this mail, if they can get their hands on these letters. We can't risk them knowing.
I hate that I don't even know who they are...
You probably hate you don't know who "we" is though.
I think I mentioned this before, though I'm not sure, I'm a bit confused as to what's really happened and what hasn't (I've been deep undeground, hiding, alone, until the heat died a bit) but there's a bunch of people who live under the city. Unwanted people, or wanted for a very unpleasant reason, like me... And we have a leader. The so called leader of our so called resistance. We call her Lil.
I can't tell you much about that though, in case they're listening. She warned me not to, until we know what they know.
I need to go now. I hope you get this letter and not them.
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