Day 2

Today on my day off, I had an encounter with a handmaid. She looked very weird wearing only all red and hiding their faces with the white winged hat things. She didn't talk to me that much, with only saying the most minimal answers to my questions. She seemed afraid to talk and kept looking around. I think handmaids are different than the other people but I also feel bad for them because I know what they have to go through. They kind of scare me, how quiet they are and how isolated they have to be. Actually, it really frustrates me how society has become, but I can't say too much or the "Eyes" could find me.

Day 1

I am 6'2", white, muscular but not buff. i have brown hair but since they shaved so thin you can hardly tell. My favorite past time is playing cards. I don't have a hobby. One nightmare of mine is where me and my buddies are fighting the enemy, and one of my buddies get hurt but i can't save him because i'm pinned down under heavy fire and I am just watching him bleed to death.