Departure

Things have gotten heated at Brian's house. We are leaving now. Heading West. I took a lot of canned food from his pantry. I feel awful but we will need it more than he will.
I don't fully trust TGM yet. Not that he is evil or anything, more like he would sacrifice Lauren or I at the drop of a hat to exact revenge on Zero or Ferus. Oh, well. He still knows a hell of a lot more about what is going on then I do.

Alright, one final inventory check.  I would like my readers to note that all these items were intended to be used during the apoclypse so I may have to dump a few nonsensical items.

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Black powdered .44 revolver
140 rounds of ammunition
Blued .38 special revolver (Lauren)
60 rounds of ammunition (Lauren)
Serrated Combat Knife
Flashlight w/ extra batteries
Gun cleaning kit
Unbreakable hip canteen
Journal w/ mechanical pencil (Lauren)
Advanced medical kit
Backup first aid-kit (Lauren)
$150 cash (Lauren)
4 tubes super glue (Lauren)
Duct Tape (Lauren)
3 bags beef jerky
Survival compass (Lauren)
Laminated map of surrounding area
4 flares
15x15' waterproof tarp
200 water proof matches
Small wind-up/solar powered radio (Lauren)
Small mirror (Lauren)
12 feet nylon rope (Lauren)
Bolt cutter
Water purification tablets
Survival knife (Lauren)
Small tool kit
Brian's canned food

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Wish us luck...

Unity

Well if you haven't read TGM last update, he is here at my friend's house. He is resting up (after a well meaning Lauren smacked him in the head with a lamp).

I can tell he has been through a lot. He showed up half starved with cuts and bruises everywhere. I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes yet. He has the cold eyes of a killer.

We are heading out soon. Can't risk being in the same place to long. My shoulder is now black from when HE touched me. It aches constantly. A reminder of how close I was to oblivion.

Shit just got real.

Fuck this shit.... Seriously, fuck it. I keep telling myself that I will wake up fromthis awful nightmare. I guess I should tell you what happened...

It was a typical night. I was on watch, Lauren was asleep. My T.V. suddenly filled with nothing but ztatic. The lights started flickering. Not good. I turned to wake up Lauren whenI saw HIM.

HE was walking up my stairs...

I grabbed Lauren in a choke hold and drew my forty-four. Shot twice when HE was ducking to enter my room. The crash of the gun was deafening. The air was all hazey and warping. I immediately had the feeling that  was in the presence of something "ancient" and "Lnfinite".  That is the best I can describ being in the same room as HIM.

I begane backing up. Lauren is screaming at this point (gun went Off by hear ear). Slendy stretched across the room and placed his "appendage" on my shoulder. My whole world exploded with pain. I couldn't see, couldn't think. I lunged backwards out my widow (cutting my arms pretty badly). As I was falling, looking up at Slendy in my window, one thought continually went through my mind: That fucker isin my' house.

I hit the ground and Lauren landed on top of me. we sprinted at leasst a mile before we dared look back. Thank god that I had gotten into the habit of wearing my B.O.B all the time. We walked 13 miles to my friend;s house (that is where I am updating from).. I called my mom, said I was okay, that it was an emergency and not to call the cops. She said she is worried about me. Oh well, I have bigger things to deal with  than how my mom views me.

It's officail now, kiddies. Rayne and Lauren are officially runners. I plan to leave in a couple days. I have informed The Glass Man about our new wher-eabouts and he promised to show up so0n. 

Questions that will never be answered

What are you? A ghost? An alien? A god? Some kind of natural being?

What do you want? Blood? Companionship? The thrill of the hunt?

Why me? Why Rayne? Why did you take my sister? Is she still alive?

What are you thinking when you watch us? Why do you no longer attempt to hide when you do it?

What are you going to do when you catch us?

Why does the world seem so fake?