THURSDAY MAY 26TH, 2011
(Aubade feat. Mistress Dread)

1:39 AM
What the hell. Leicester Square. I mean.
We, uh.. well, we fell unconscious. Donnie says she was knocked out and woke up at the same time as me. I don’t know what happened; no one is around. But Leicester is just down the street from Piccadilly.
Thank you?

1:45 AM
To get Donnie to actually say something, I asked what albums she wants to get. Now she won’t shut up. :3

1:50 AM
Piccadilly Circus! Okay, I know exactly where we are now.

1:52 AM
I hear cawing again.

1:54 AM
I can see something in the skies. I can’t quite make it out.

1:59 AM
HMV

2:03 AM
HMV is a huge store, three floors. The first floor has all kinds of music and I love it. Contrary to Donnie’s expectations, and to an extent my own, this building is as deserted as the streets outside it. What happened to London?

2:06 AM
They’re all out of Emerson, Lake & Palmer’s Tarkus. Dammit.
AND THE DETHALBUM II SERIOUSLY I HATE YOU

2:08 AM
Some of this stuff costs a lot of money. Not anymore! Ah, business. The best part of any zombie apocalypse.

2:10 AM
Donnie’s been gone a while. She said she was going to grab a movie she wanted real quick, but I haven’t seen her in five minutes. I’m going upstairs. Keeping Tiger Stripes close as usual.

2:13 AM
We’re out, we’re out, we’re out, got her to the first floor, we’re fine.
Donnie was just standing there staring at this thing. It was tall, in a heavy black cloak and this.. mask thing. A long mask, looked like a giant beak. Like.. like Ace, from RubyQuest. Like his mask. I’m gonna call it Ace Man.
Anyway, he’s upstairs, we’re down here, we’re fine. I told Donnie not to go back up there, not to worry about Ace Man. If he comes down here, we’ll go, but not everything in this crazy world seems to want to kill us necessarily.

2:16 AM
Found a CD player. Playing music now. <:D

2:20 AM
Donnie’s just sitting in the fetal position. I’m gonna see what’s wrong.

2:25 AM
God. Wow. She’s.. she says she feels like she’s got bugs in her skin. She says she can feel them all crawling under there, infecting her, muddling up her thoughts, her speech, her everything.
We’ve got to get going. I’ve packed up all my CDs, she says she’s got her stuff, we’ve got to go.

2:28 AM
I heard something as we were leaving. Looked back, it was Ace Man. Following us, just gliding down the stairs. We’re running now.

2:30 AM
Hiding. Behind a dumpster. Dark alley. I sure fucking hope there’s no zombies back here; that’d just make my day.

2:31 AM
I don’t think he’s still chasing us. I don’t see him anywhere. It’s like he vanished once he left HMV. I do see lots of graffiti, though! “FEAR THEM,” “RAPTURE IS COMING,” “FEAR THE RAPTURE,” stuff like that.
“EVEN DEATH MAY DIE.” Oh, real philosophical, buddy. Betcha he was drunk.
“EMBRACETHEARCHANGEL.” More drunk writing, this time forgetting spaces.
“IT’S SO COLD HELP.” Must have been written a long time ago; it’s May.
“WATCH OUT FOR THE CAWS” might refer to the cawing I’ve been hearing recently. No answers, though. Dammit.
“DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES.” Ah, see? I’m not the only one who calls them that!
“TRIED TO FORTIFIE HMV, DO NOT DO THIS IT IS BEACON TERRITORY.” ..hm.
“THE RAPTURE CAME BECAUSE KIRK HAMMETT TURNED OFF HIS WAH-WAH PEDAL”

2:55 AM
We’ve found a hotel. It seems empty enough. We’re gonna get some real sleep, then we’ll talk about what’s next in the morning.

5:21 AM
MOTHERFUCKER
FUCK
It was in the bathroom oh my god it was in the bathroom WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT
I’m gonna look again.
MOTHERFUCKER

5:22 AM
It’s.. it’s like.. it’s the shape of a guitar, right? Yet just the general shape, that’s all. The eyes are on the ‘neck.’ There are eight. Eight eyes, that is. It, uh.. it had legs. Of course. Five legs. And it was blue. There were tons of eyestalks growing out of the ground around it.
I’m gonna call it Gtheru. Like.. Cthulu and Guitar Hero. And now I’m gonna kill it, brb!

5:23 AM
Another natural wonder of this apocalypse, and now it’s dead.
I should probably stop writing “brb;” that’s.. well, it doesn’t do anything.

5:31 AM
Fuck, now I can’t sleep.

5:35 AM
(poorly-drawn doodles of Jordan and Donnie having sex)

5:37 AM
God, I hope she doesn’t read this. I like to think that all of this is, like.. the opposite of me.

5:39 AM
Y’know what would suck? If it turned out Donnie was an apocalyptic monster too. If she was the type that could read minds. My god, that’d suck. No wonder she’s been quiet, staying away from me. I’m a creep. ._.;;

6:02 AM
Hello, hotel hallway. …alliteration oh my god that was cool.

6:03 AM
ELEVATOR YAAAAY :DDDD

6:04 AM
I went to the 32nd floor. I didn’t even know any buildings in England went this high. Shows what I know.

6:05 AM
Wait. No. It was a rabbit hole.This door here leads to a completely separate building.

6:06 AM
Huh. I just went back down the elevator, now I’m back in the normal hotel. Okay, so I guess you can leave the rabbit holes. I assumed they were one-way. What else we got?

6:10 AM
Goddamn, there’s nothing cool anywhere.

6:12 AM
The public bathroom has graffiti. I like graffiti.
“EAT IS IN THE THAMES” is on a stall wall. I don’t think that sentence has proper grammar, sir. ..at all.
“WHERE IS SAFE???” Good question. Are all the question marks really necessary, though?
“SEES ME AT THE TOWER.” Ha, very nice. I’ll give you credit; that made me smile.
“THEY HAVE US TRAPPED DON’T TRY TO LEAVE.”
“BLOOD ALL OVER THE WALLS DON’T TRY TO LEAVE.”
“FEAR HAS TAKEN OVER THE CITY DON’T TRY TO LEAVE.”
“WOODEN SKIN DON’T TRY TO LEAVE WOODEN SKIN DON’T TRY TO LEAVE WOODEN SKIN.”
“^ He is mistaken, Jordan. Feel free to leave anytime. <3” ……….o_o;; Someone knew I was coming?
I’m.. I’m gonna check out the women’s bathroom.

6:15 AM
Ah, these are much more coherent.
“DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON?”
“^ YES. RAPTURE.”
“^ THAT’S BULLSHIT. IT’S TERRORISTS, THEY’VE TAKEN OVER.”
“^ THAT’S EVEN MORE BULLSHIT!” Ah, this one has.. a really long analysis on terrorism and how it’s got nothing to do with this.
“^ COOL STORY BRO.” God, I love girls.
Lemme check the next stall.

6:18 AM
“I KNOW THE REAL SCOOP. IT’S FEARS.” ‘Fears.’ That’s come up quite a few times by now.
“’RAPTURE’ WAS JUST A COINCIDENCE. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS HELL.” I can believe that.
“I DON’T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING, BUT I’VE DONE ENOUGH RESEARCH. PLEASE LISTEN.” Yes, ma’am. This looks interesting; I’ll write it all down.
“THE FEARS ARE NOT EXPLAINABLE. THEY CHANGE PER PERSON.
”AS MANY EXIST AT A TIME AS YOU FEAR. I CAN’T EXPLAIN WHEN IT HAPPENED, BUT IT DID.
“THE OTHERS, THE NON-FEARS, SEEM TO BE FOOTSOLDIERS. NOT AS IMPORTANT? HARD TO TELL.
“THIS REALLY ISN’T THE KIND OF THING YOU CAN JUST EXPLAIN, THOUGH. I’LL KEEP TRYING.
“THE RABBIT HOLES ARE THE KEY.”
..it ends there. Lemme check the next stall.

6:24 AM
“DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES
“FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD, DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES”
fuckshutupshutup

6:29 AM
Someone. In. The bathroom. I think it’s Donnie. I think. I’m not going to risk it yet.
Whoever it is, she’s walking slowly.

6:31 AM
She didn’t enter a stall. She’s standing in front of the sink nearby. I’m going to peek underneath.
MOTHERFUCKER
ohgodkeepquietkeepquietshhhhh

6:33 AM
ohhhhgoddd it hasn’t moved yet
I looked under. It had bent over and was staring at me. I didn’t get a good glimpse; it looked like.. a girl, but not. Just not.
I’m looking again. If it’s still looking, I’ll try to figure out what it is.

6:34 AM
ihateyouwhydidyouletmedothat
It’s still bent over, looking at me. But it’s closer. I didn’t hear it
move closer. It just was. At least a whole stall closer.
It looked wooden. I think it was like a marionette.
..”wooden skin don’t try to leave.” ….fuck.
I’m gonna listen closely. If it moves, I’m running for it. If it doesn’t in a couple minutes, I’ll look once more.

6:35 AM
Goddamn, these are the longest couple minutes ever. FUCK IT I’M LOOKING
dfisfijdjidf CLOSER YEP IT’S CLOSER
It’s two stalls away. Oh my god, it’s two stalls away, but it’s still out by the sinks.
It doesn’t move. It just waits.

6:36 AM
godddd why is this happening now in a girl’s bathroom this would be a shitty place to die

6:37 AM
One more time, look one more time and that’s it, Jordan.
……it’s not thfdsifdsfdskoffkjs
OKAY OKAY OKAY IT it’s in the stall next to me IT’S IN THE STALL NEXT TO ME, OH MY GOD FUCK IT RUNNING RUNNING
FUCK

6:38 AM
I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD.
"Write. Go on, write it out."
yes, ma’am. >_<
The…
I ran out. Then I tripped. I was in a panic, okay? I tripped, and immediately, the.. the… that aforementioned.. marionette came out. Immediately, I… godI’msoconfused. ACK YES MA’AM SHE’S SITTING ON MY BACK. I LOVE BEING SAT ON OH MY GOD BUT THIS.. SHE’S SCARY.
"You can still write. It's what you want to do. And it's cute!" a giggle.
She’s telling me everything I want to hear. She’s.. awesome. But she’s so creepy.
She says to call her “Mistress.” Won’t give anything else. She won’t answer any of my questions.
She says she’s got the power to kill me right now if she wants to. She says she knows me inside and out. She says she knows what’s best for me, what’s worst for me. She says she’ll guide me, she’ll lead me through the “Rapture.” She told me to write those quotation marks.
Her voice is so nice. Mistress is so nice.
Mistress normally puts her strings in anyone who comes near, makes them a human puppet, strips them of their free will. But Mistress says she has a fetish, a “free will” fetish. Mistress says she’s been waiting for someone who will obey her of his own free will. Mistress says I’m perfect for her, I’m not a slave but a pet. Mistress says she’ll call me “slave” if she wants to, but I’m her de facto pet. Mistress even used the term “de facto,” I love her but she's...

Mistress says the time is 12:30 PM.
Mistress wrote the message on that one stall especially for me. The message with the heart.
Mistress will let me go, Mistress won’t kill me.
Mistress will find me where I sleep next. Mistress will show me more of the joys of being a pet.
Mistress is going to get up now, to let me leave.
I am going to leave this hotel.
I am going to take Donnie and we are going to leave this hotel.
I’m so confused.

6:46 AM
I can’t bring myself to do anything. I’m just sitting in the hotel lobby. I think I’m happy?
I should do as she said. I mean, she’s letting me leave. I get the feeling she really doesn’t normally do that.
Just.. please. Oh god. Let’s not mention this to Donnie. Okay?

6:52 AM
We’re out. We’re out of the hotel. Donnie and I.
We’re going to the troper house. Like we originally agreed on. The one in Blackpool. Google said it’d take us three days by walking.
What a joy.

7:01 AM
I asked how Donnie’s night was. She says she kept dreaming about the bugs inside her skin. She asked how mine went, why we had to leave so early.
“Rabbit hole. Dead end. Zombies.” It’s all I said; I can’t.. god. I feel so fucking weird.
I’m not sure if she bought it. Then again, she’s been pretty caught up in the bug thing that she’s pretty distracted. Now she’s talking about how wrong and desolate the bugs make her feel and she’s talking about her mother. Maybe I’m the distracted one, ‘cause I’m not.. entirely listening. But I don’t know what I am doing. I’m just.. here.

8:16 AM
Our journey is pretty uneventful. I think the lack of zombies in London was the first sign. The bathroom just confirmed it.
We’re being spared. But why?
We’re not the heroes who are gonna save the world, are we? I mean, for one thing, this isn’t some cheesy adventure movie. But let’s say it was, okay? Let’s say it was. We’re not even Action Survivor material. We’re just… stupid.
Fucking stupid, that’s what we are. That’s all we are. We’ll only amount to nothing, and Mistress only proved it. I want to obey her, dammit. Any self-respecting protagonist wouldn’t do that even if it were the last choice on Earth. I’m just stupid, a fucking dumbass. I’m siding with the bad guys, for God’s sake.
I might suck.

9:45 AM
Overcast day. Don’t fucking care. Long walk ahead, and we don’t seem to be resting. Because we’re stupid, we’re foolish, we’re overzealous. The bad guys are only sparing us because they realize we’re too stupid to bother with.

10:01 AM
Not even the zombies we find will bother looking in our direction.

10:32 AM
Fuck, we’re resting already? God, we’re so stupid.
No way am I sleeping.

4:29 PM
I slept.
And there she is, a short figure in the shadows. No glowing eyes, nothing strange, just a wooden girl, limbs creaking as she steps up to my bed.
"I said I'd be here."
You did.
"I said I'd find you where you sleep next."
Yes, ma'am. You did.
"Get on the floor."

4:30 PM
Will Donnie know?
"She's out like a light, that one. No one will know about our little indiscretion. No one except you, me, and your journal."
Yes, ma'am
"Shush." hit me "I want to talk a bit.
"I'm not a monster, you know. I'm not one of the bad guys. You can side with me. It may even be in your best interests to, I'll make you the happiest pet in the world so long as you show complete faith in me. I have some friends I like to talk to, fellow gods, and you know my being friends with them makes me a god too. Maybe, if you're good, you can meet them too. Maybe I can talk them out of wearing your skin like a hat. We'll have to see, won't we?"
stroking my hair. wooden hand.
"You just have to stop doubting me."
What…
"It's okay, you may speak."
..what must I do for you? u_u

4:33 PM
she is all wood. hard to the touch. hard to the.. face.
now she stands in front of me.
"Not bad... you could be just what I've been dying for. Say 'thank you.'"
Thank you.
"…"
Thank you, ma'am.
"I want you to continue your journey. See? Our goals are the same. Only my goals are more long-term. I have many plans in my head, so many things I will do in this world. You're going to Blackpool. I know exactly what you're doing, and I like it. So, go! Go to Blackpool. Go with your Donnivan. Try to keep me a secret, try all you want, I'll go along with that for now, but no promises."
put her wooden face at my forehead, made a big sniffing sound. smelled my hair? "Take the rabbit holes. They'll help you get there faster. That's what they're there for, faster transport." Do you ever take them? "Only all the time! Duh! Don't you worry about what I do." What about all the warnings not to enter?

4:34 PM
She taped my mouth shut.
I didn't even know we had tape.
"You don't even dislike this."
I. Can't hide that.
"Am I your favorite? Your favorite... hmm, what's the word... horror?"
nod
patted my head.
"Those warnings, don't pay attention to them. There are a lot of idiots in this world who are too afraid of the unknown. Go down the next rabbit hole you find. If you obey, I might use rope next time…"
owo;;;
"That's just for the very good boys, though. I still don't know how good you are. Maybe you won't even do this one little thing for me. Maybe you're too scared to go down more rabbit holes. But know this…"
holding my chin up with a finger
"If you don't do this for me, I won't appear to you next time you sleep."
:c
"I'd give you a night to think about your disobedience. And then I'll come to you the next night, and gut you with my strings until you no longer have a choice in the matter."
...o__o;;
"Okay?" giggle "Follow me? The difference between being my pet and being my puppet is obedience and unconditional obedience alone."
I'll obey! I'll go down the very next rabbit hole I see!!! see my journal!!! see!! read my words!!!
"We'll have to see, won't we?"
:C
"Donnie won't wake up for at least another hour. Get comfy."
(The next few pages are filled with misshapen drawings of Jordan and an unnamed girl doing various things)
(Only two of the seven drawings are sexual.)
(The last page was clearly drawn by someone else. It was of Jordan as a marionette, strings attached to all his joints.)
(DISOBEDIENCE is written below.)

Mistress says the time is 5:58 PM.
Mistress is getting up now. Mistress "forgot" to ungag me.
...Mistress walked out of the room humming "Beautiful Stranger."
I.. I don’t feel as confused. I mean, she seems to be helping me. She really seems to be looking out for me.
Donnie’s up now. I’m trying to take off this tape, but it’s pretty.. painful.
Hiding my face. Hiding the tape.

5:59 PM
I’m not very good at hiding myself. Donnie caught me. …she’s not even trying to remove the tape.

8:13 PM
The last few hours were spent with Donnie dragging me along the motorway. She made me carry her stuff. .w. She finally removed the tape and asked me why I decided to put it on in the first place.
“I figured you’d like it.” I got a hug. Oh Jordan, you sly dog.
We’re making good progress so far. We might not even need the rabbit hole.

8:14 PM
..and immediately, we walk by a puppet shop. Fuck that, we’ve gotta find that rabbit hole.

8:25 PM
I’m looking in every direction I can think of, trying to think of where a rabbit hole might be. Donnie asked what’s up, told her I need a rabbit hole.
I told her it’s for a secret. Now she knows I have a secret, fuck.

8:50 PM
Okay, Donnie’s agreed to checking this hotel we just found. I sure fucking hope there’s a rabbit hole, oh god please let there be a rabbit hole I don’t want to disobey! >_<

8:59 PM
OH THANK GOD RABBIT HOLE
Donnie found it. Like the last one, it was an elevator. This hotel clearly doesn’t go to the 50th floor.

9:00 PM
It’s a sewer. Or.. I mean, it’s a wet floor. We’re up to our ankles in some sort of liquid.

9:04 PM
There’s a light ahead.

9:05 PM
The light is coming from the ceiling. I can’t even see the ceiling; the light’s just coming dowdsfdsf
..I stepped into the light. I immediately started floating. I’m now in the above room. It’s some type of.. technological… thing. Maybe a UFO got me. Donnie’s followed.
There’s a hallway here, but it’s nothing but sheer light. Move into the light!

9:31 PM
where am I This is a gas chamber.
Where’d the door go?

9:32 PM
HANDS DOZENS OF HANDS RISING OUT OF THE GROUND HITTING THEM AS HARD AS I CAN

9:33 PM
ONE GRABBED MY FOOT OH MY GOD WHACK IT WHACK IT

9:34 PM
A DOOR GOTTA GO TO THE DOOREJSGJDU
THE DOOR HAS A MOUTH ON IT.

9:35 PM
EAT GUITAR CONTROLLER, DOORMOUTH.
FUCKER I DIDN’T MEAN REALLY GIVE THAT BACK
ohgod it’s covered in saliva now.
That door’s out of the question.

9:36 PM
ALL THESE FUCKING HANDS OH MY GOD
FUCKER
FUCKER
FUCKER

9:37 PM
FUCK IT I’M TRYING TO ACTUALLY OPEN THE DOOR
…IT WORKED
ohhhhgodwhere am I now?
WAIT SLAM THE DOOR SHUT
Kay, now where am I now?

9:38 PM
This is a hospital. I’m in an hospital hallway.

9:40 PM
A poster on the wall gave me the impression I’m in Birmingham. Where’s Donnie, though?

9:41 PM
HEARD A SCREAM
DOWN THIS WAY

9:42 PM
CAFETERIA, THAT’S WHERE IT WAS, DOOR’S JAMMED
BREAKING IT DOWN

9:43 PM
MOTHERFUUUUUUCKERRRRRRR
DIE NO NO I KILLED YOU DIE DIE DIE DIE
I’M GETTING TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIIIIIIIT
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

9:52 PM
THERE, MOTHERFUCKER IS DEAD. I KICKED IT; IT IS DEAD.
MOTHERFUCKER WAS A RAKE. That is, The Rake, the creepypasta thing with the claws and stuff. But I killed it already. What the hell.
Checking cafertetf9jdff9
YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!?!
SLAMMING DOOR, LOCKING, BARRICADING.

9:55 PM
Donnie’s in here; she helped me barricade the door. She’s got a nasty slash mark on her cheek.
That. Asshole. Is. DEAD.

9:56 PM
I told Donnie how I killed the fucking Rake already. She brought up the possibility of there being more than one.
I asked how that could be possible.
She brought up the apocalypse.
She does have a point.

9:57 PM
I can hear the motherfucker roaring out there, clawing away at the door. I told Donnie to be ready with her frying pan. We’re gonna team up on the fucker as soon as the door’s down.

9:59 PM
This is taking a while. I’m starting to have second thoughtsFUCK GET IT GET IT DIE DIE DIE

10:00 PM
FUCKERRRRRR

10:03 PM
DEAD. OKAY? OKAY. I TOOK ITS HEAD, JUST IN CASE. IT IS DEAD. Oh my god, maybe we’re not such useless ‘fools’ after all.
I’m just gonna sit down and throw up a second, brb. x__x;

10:07 PM
We’ve taken a look around. As always, this place is pretty deserted. No zombies or anything. Seriously, what kind of apocalypse is this?
We’re definitely in Birmingham. I have no idea how far that is.

10:10 PM
Found a computer, fuck yes.
…internet’s still up? o_o

10:11 PM
Google Maps says we’re at least halfway done with our journey. A day and a half of walking left. That rabbit hole seriously did help. Why don’t people want us using them?

10:16 PM
Went on TVTropes. Made sure those nice people were still alive, still offering their place to stay. They are.
…god, I feel like all this is going too well.
I know I shouldn’t say that; I should savour each miracle, but still, y’know?

10:42 PM
Went on AIM Express. Fentzy was on. We spoke for a while.
Fentzy says she’s okay, the “Rapture” finally hit her in Connecticut but she’s easily surviving. Family’s barricaded in their home. That’s good.
..Danny?

10:48 PM
Danny Finnegan says he’s got a mission. He’s pissed over something. Won’t tell me. He says the “Rapture’s” hit him hard, and all this shit is happening.
He says he’s managing, but he asks if I could find some way to meet up with him. I.. I mean… I don’t see how, but I told him I’d try. I mean, I wouldn’t mind going back to the States. And
Donnie once said she has someone there, I think.
Danny asked if I’ve run into any mole-man-like creatures with rakes for hands. I asked if he meant the Rake, from the story. Turns out we’ve got the same problem, except he’s only had one, and he hasn’t killed it.
He’s currently telling me about some guy in a gas mask. Says that’s who he’s trying to kill. Says the gas mask guy might just be the answer to all the world’s problems. Says the gas mask guy might just literally be the Grim Reaper, Death himself. I don’t think I have the energy to be skeptical about that right now.

10:49 PM
I said I’d keep an eye out. Gotta go, Donnie’s calling.

10:50 PM
Kay, we’re back to our journey.

10:58 PM
On the motorway now. It’s getting dark.

10:59 PM
I can hear the cawing again. It sounds much closer. I can definitely see something in the skies, coming closer. It’s too dark to make it out.

11:00 PM
Lightning.
…it’s gone. The cawing’s stopped, the thing in the skies has just.. vanished. What the hell.

11:11 PM
I WISH I HAD A GIRLFRIEND I WISH I HAD A GIRLFRIEND I WISH I HAD A GIRLFRIEND
And not Mistress, please?
Sorry. I mean, as Dave Mustaine once said, “I Ain’t Superstitious,” but I still like to make a wish at 11:11.

11:36 PM
Survivor?
It’s a man. He’s crying loudly, curled up in the centre of the motorway. I can’t see his face.
If he wasn’t a man, I’d swear he’s acting just like a Witch from Left 4 Dead.
Donnie wants to go see what’s up.

11:38 PM
The man is running away from her. I told Donnie not to pursue. I mean, he clearly doesn’t want our help.

11:52 PM
There’s that man again. Crying like last time.
Fuck this. I’m keeping Tiger Stripes close and I’m gonna see what’s up.

11:59 PM
oh hey there

(Attached: “I hate reading these old things, I hate seeing how I once behaved. I had no idea, did I? Can I even say I do now? Sometimes I lay awake asking the sky why I’d ever been born– what’s the significance of the sky, again? Open-source playground, wasn’t it?– I never get an answer, but still I ask, because there’s nothing else to do in this apocalypse. Nothing to do but ask. Ask and hurt people. But I only want to ask now. The world hates me, and I know exactly why they do, and I hate me, and.. I don’t know what to do with the information.”)