Checking in...

I am just updating to tell everyone that we are not dead, yet. Lauren is still struggling. She's tough though. I think I saw slendy fuck in an ally way yesterday. Bad news but it keeps me moving when my limbs want to give out. No proxy attacks as of yet. Sleeping with my gun in my hand just in case. Almost out of food. Going to have to buy some or resort to more drastic measures. TGM revealed that we are heading to Texas. Steers and queers.

Vendetta

Ferus,

I have been in shock for the past couple of days, but now my mind is crystal clear. I now know what I must do.
You have made a terrible mistake. At first, I was going to let you be Glass's problem, but then you murdered one of my life long friends. We will hunt you  and I am going to be the one that kills you.  I will beat you down and rip off your wielding mask so you can look into my eyes as 6 bullets exit my gun and enter your brain.

Your main weapon is fear. But what happens if your prey stops fearing you? What happens if you start to fear me?

You will learn to fear me... I promise you that.

What doesn't kill you...

The going has been tough. All three of us have lost weight (have to ration out the food). My shoulder is still black and it hurts like a MF at night. Maybe it hurts when HE is near? That would be convenient. Like a fucking slendy  radar...

Anyways, Lauren is sick. Nothing too serious. Just thought I'd mention it.

We have traveled far, and we still have a ways to go.

I need to sleep...

Homesick

I am fucking sick and tired of eating corn out of a can. I had to get that off my chest. TGM sure knows how to strike it up as a hobo. He has been sharing all sorts of useful knowledge for living on the streets. Lauren still thinks he is creepy. Hell, I do too, but he is our best shot at getting out of this mess alive. If there is a way out that is...

Whatever... Heading southwest on sore and bleeding feet.