Kyra's Logbook

Welcome to the edge of survival. If you’re reading this, it means you’re in the rebellion. My name is Kyra, and I’m the one who makes sure the lights come back on—if there’s anything left to save.

“When the world goes to shit, you either mend it... or you break with it.”

Who I Am

Title: Explorer of the Dawn
Specialty: Collecting artifacts and materials, finding forgotten places, and keeping morale alive
Gear: Worn leather gloves, nav map, and an unshakeable resolve

Once, I was part of the world. Now, I’m just holding together the broken pieces of what’s left. I travel with the Fractured Dawn—our name, our curse, and our last hope.

The Fractured Dawn

We’re not a team. We’re survivors. Each of us is here because there’s no other choice. Each of us carries the weight of what was done to us.

Danny: Tech guy, tough but soft. Calm until he’s not.
PLACEHOLDER: Radio tech. The voice in the dark.
PLACEHOLDER: Scout and pilot. Eyes sharper than his words.
Kyra: Me. I explore. I collect. I endure.

We move in shadows, slipping between the fractures. The machines may fail, the skies may fall, but I won’t stop. Not until there’s a dawn worth seeing.

Mission Logs

Day 1: Broken Relays

Found an old relay station today. Power’s flickering, but it’s a start. Danny’s working on the comms while I keep watch. Scanners showed movement, but no one’s home… yet.

Day 2: Ghost in the Wires

Someone tried to break through our signal. Danny says it's just “noise,” but I swear I heard voices. They weren’t ours.

If you’re out there, and you think you can help us, reach out here. Otherwise, stay low and stay alive.