The next written record is from a survivor who was on those mountains. Some things are written in it, we can neither confirm nor deny. There have been multiple eyewitnesses for it and some written texts about what happened in those mountains. ‘’We have been traveling for years, from one place to another. Never having a stable home or place to settle. I haven’t dared ask my parents how they grew up or that this is all they knew. I have asked a few questions but all I get is the answer that we have to get to the ‘’last City’’ They said that it doesn’t even have a wall yet. How sure are we that it is still standing? There are still warlords and warmongers out there, so how are they any different? What will they ask from us? I think it is a futile attempt at staying positive. There have been some rumors from people that there are some sort of ‘’Guardians’’ out there. Individuals who help people and save them out of the kindness of their hearts. I am not sure if I believe those rumors. Altruism is not something that is alive and well-practiced in this post-apocalyptic society. If you can even call it a society. How many humans are there still alive? Now we even have aliens to deal with, that is hunting us’’ Here you can clearly see an individual who was making his way to the last City. We have no clear date nor a precise location where he was and where his people were making their way from. We can piece together his doubts and how his parents tried to keep a positive outlook for him in the direst of situations. Our conviction is that he kept a journal. We haven’t found a clear beginning nor end, at the same time, most pages have burn marks or are badly damaged. This is a shame because even with the information on the pages, we can form a picture of how they lived day to day. The next entry that we were able to recover was clearly from a later date. A time where he met the legendary Rangers. “I was pretty negative back then but life wasn’t easy, living on the road like that, it makes you worry for anyone. My mom always says that we have to be grateful for what we got. How can we stay thankful if we keep losing people every few days or weeks? Death is a part of this world, I get that, but to stay positive even when all you know is struggle… It is futile in my opinion, we should keep to ourselves and forget about things like the Last City. That is what I thought before I met the Takanome Rangers. They were some special individuals. They saved us on the road and they didn’t want anything. Do you know the most insane thing? Some of them were just humans like us. They picked up a knife, long rifle, or a bow, and with a cape, they made a vow as they said. Some of them, I never saw again. Takanome said to me that those that are lost are taken in by the road, in the end, that is where we all are going. We turn into a flower that will guide the rest to the City, to the Light. These days people think that they were just a myth, but in the beginning, before the first wall stood. The only ones who were out there were the Rangers. They protected the roads and let the Refugees to safety at their own costs. Those Rangers are all but gone, they gave their lives so that others might live. I know one Ranger who is still around these days, but he isn’t called a Ranger anymore’’ In this entry, we read about how he met the legendary Rangers and he even mentioned that one of them was still alive to that date. We have a good idea of who he was talking about, but without clear evidence, we can not be certain, because that would be speculation. Everything in this record will be certain and verified so that everyone can have a clear image of what happened the exact way that it did. In the next entry of this brave refugee, we will learn more about the Ranger that saved him and what happened to his group. “Even back then, they were loners, just like the Hunters from these days. We had just made our camp north of an old Factory, with our backs, tents, and wagons to the metal framing. So that no one could sneak up behind us, but we made a grave error that night. To this day, I am not certain how that mistake was made, because our group was experienced and we had done it a thousand times before. I do not remember much, but I can still smell the meat that was coming from the stove on the fire. I have always enjoyed western books and stories, so I knew how in the old America’s, they drove with carts just like we were doing when I was a kid. A known tactic is to make a circle, in that way there will be no weaknesses in any front. When writing this, I can still see the circle in front of me. The number of people, smiling and sitting together, like the old comrade’s we all were. Earlier that night I thought I heard something coming from the factory, but as the ignorant kid I was, I didn’t tell anyone. I just brushed it off, most times there was nothing anyways. I don’t think I was the only one, I am just the only one to survive that still remembers. Or maybe I thought that I was imagining things because we didn’t know a moment of peace even if it was standing in front of us. The road had been tough and we still weren’t even close to the last City. A day earlier, we lost some people in a fight, where we got forced to leave them behind. I am still traumatized by that night because not everyone walked away from it. One moment I was looking at my mother and the next I was lying on the ground with fire and four-armed monsters slaughtering my people. Some tried to fight back, but no one was a soldier. I don’t know how long it took, it could have been centuries or seconds. When I looked up and saw my mother…. Red shot eyes, wounds, lying there. I couldn’t do anything and I, I just screamed. The moment I did that, a few of the Fallen turned around and were making their way to me. Behind them, I saw one elder trying to hold them back, but he got skewered by a spear. I was confused and angry, I felt so angry because in one second I lost the people I cared about. I knew the concept of death, but it still felt so far away, I didn’t think I would die that moment… and I didn’t. I closed my eyes because I expected to be hit or ripped apart, but the only thing I heard were the words “Get that kid out of here, RUN! When I opened my eyes, I saw my older sister grabbed me and with a few others, they ran and they kept running. My eyes were fixated behind us because what I saw was unbelievable. A hooded Exo with the mark of the Ranger on his back… Taking them all on.