No Hope for the Lost
Dr. McGuffin sat back in his chair, old tired and beaten. He looked dimly at the 5 pods, the ones with Matt, Natalie, Lance, and Anna in them. By this point he had started thinking them as his own children. Then his gaze drifted to Sam, asleep on the couch, the boy that reminded him of his own son. How sad it must be for him, to have his childhood taken away, replaced by the evils of war. There wasn't much more the doctor could do now, but point them in the right direction.
"Computer start recording, Entry 37, day 82. Recording is top priority and should be repeated upon next start up," Dr. McGuffin said as he turned to the computer solemnly," Samuel, my dear boy, I am afraid that this is our last time to talk together. I am too old and taking too many resources now, I must leave in order to insure that you will have enough food to last you the rest of the scenario. The rest of Project EBF is now terminated. All that matters now is Matt and his friends making it ou