…what the hell. Leicester Square. I mean. What.
We, uh.. well, we fell unconscious. Donnie says she was knocked out and woke up at the same times as me. I don’t know what happened; no one is around. But Leicester is just down the street from Piccadilly.
To get Donnie to actually say something, I asked what albums she wants to get. Now she won’t shut up. God, I love her.
Piccadilly Circus! Okay, I know exactly where we are now.
I hear cawing again.
I can see something in the skies. I can’t quite make it out.
HMV is a huge store, three floors. The first floor has all kinds of music and I love it.
They’re all out of Emerson, Lake & Palmer’s Tarkus. Huh.
Some of this stuff costs a lot of money. Not anymore! Ah, business. The best part of any zombie apocalypse.
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.
We’re not alone.
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 guy. He was wearing 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 him 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.
Found a CD player. Playing music now. <:D
Donnie’s just sitting in the fetal position. I’m gonna see what’s wrong.
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.
I heard something as we were leaving. Looked back, it was Ace Man. Following us, just gliding down the stairs.. We’re running now.
Hiding. Behind a dumpster. Dark alley. I sure fucking hope there’s no zombies back here; that’d just make my day.
..I don’t think he’s still chasing us. I don’t see him anywhere. I do see lots of graffiti, though! “FEAR THEM,” “RAPTURE IS COMING,” “FEAR THE RAPTURE,” stuff like that.
“LIFE IS LIFELESS.” Oh, real philosophical, buddy. Betcha he was drunk.
“EMBRACETHEARCHANGEL.” C’mon, it’s called a space. Insert it.
“IT’S SO COLD HELP.” I’ll help you once you learn commas. Plus, isn’t it, like.. May? I swear, people can’t take cold.
“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!
“STAY OUT OF HMV— IT’S PLAGUE TERRITORY.” ..hm.
“THE RAPTURE CAME BECAUSE JOHN PETRUCCI FINALLY MISSED A NOTE.” Okay, that made me laugh.
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.
FUCKFUS*AFJ GET THE FUCK OUT FO FJ*RJ*(RU+FUCK
It was in the bathroom oh my god it was in the bathroom WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT
I’m gonna look again.
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!
Like a natural wonder of this apocalypse, and now it’s dead. ..I should probably stop writing “brb;” that’s.. well, it doesn’t do anything.
Fuck, now I can’t sleep.
(doodles of Jordan and Donnie having sex)
…oh, alright, fine. (“Donnie” is erased out; “Fentzy” is written in)
God, I hope she doesn’t read this. Or Donnie, for that matter. I mean, I know she’s not interested in fucking me, but still! I’m the only guy around! In case she ever comes around, I don’t want her to think of me as “That guy who’s not interested.” That’s, like.. the opposite of me.
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.
Or.. or maybe if she was the type who seduced guys and then raped them.
…well, that wouldn’t quite work, now would it? I mean, it’s not rape if you enjoy it!
….maybe she wouldn’t rape me; maybe she’d put me under a Lotus Eater-type trance. Y’know, where I’m dreaming all the time and shit, to the point of being convinced it’s real. Like in Inception, or The Odyssey.
I suppose another way the Donnie Monster would rape me was if it turned out she had a penis. Hell, I’d still enjoy it. Donnie’s cock goes in the Hall of Penises I Would Gladly Suck along with Lady Gaga’s and John Petrucci’s. And Fentzy’s. If that one counts.
Ah, fuck it, it doesn’t count. If strap-ons counted, then a cock I would suck wouldn’t be all that special.
..how the fuck did I even get on this subject?
I wonder if Donnie’s up. I might go check. Before I do, though, in case this journal gets in the hands of anyone else: Lady Gaga doesn’t have a penis; she is a very attractive woman, and I have no doubt that she has a lovely vagina. That was a joke up there. ….I mean, if she had one, I’d gladly suck it, but still.
Gonna go check on Donnie now.
She’s still asleep. I guess it’s just you and me, journal.
Let’s have sex. Right now. C’mon, we can do it. I’m kinky enough.
That didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.
I’m sorry, journal. Will you forgive me? Whaddya say we go take a walk together, I write down my thoughts and stuff, just like old times?
Hello, hotel hallway. ……alliteration oh my god that was cool.
ELEVATOR YAAAAY :DDDD
I went to the 32nd floor. I didn’t even know any buildings in England went this high.
Motherfucker, they don’t. It was a rabbit hole.This door here leads to a completely separate building.
…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?
Goddamn, there’s nothing cool anywhere.
The public bathroom has graffiti. I like graffiti.
“EAT IS IN THE THAMES” is on a stall wall. I don’t think that sentence is proper grammar, sir. ..at all.
“WHERE IS SAFE???” Good question. Too many question marks, though. Seriously.
“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.” …o_o
“BLOOD ALL OVER THE WALLS DON’T TRY TO LEAVE.” …..o____o
“FEAR HAS TAKEN OVER THE CITY DON’T TRY TO LEAVE.” ……….o________o
“WOODEN SKIN DON’T TRY TO LEAVE WOODEN SKIN DON’T TRY TO LEAVE WOODEN SKIN.” o_e
“^ He is mistaken, Jordan. Feel free to leave anytime. <3” ……….o___e;; Someone knew I was coming?
I’m.. I’m gonna check out the womens’ bathroom.
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 SIS.” God, I love girls.
Lemme check the next stall.
“I KNOW THE REAL SCOOP. IT’S FEARS.” ‘Fears.’ That comes up a lot.
“’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.
“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 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 DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES DON’T GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLES”
I tried to write a lot of it down. I don’t have much else to do.
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.
…she didn’t enter a stall. She’s standing in front of the sink nearby. I’m going to peek underneath.
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.
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.” And “DON’T TRY TO LEAVE.” ….ohhhh fuckcakes.
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.
Goddamn, these are the longest couple minutes ever. FUCK IT I’M LOOKING
efj890ksf*WARFU(EJU( 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.
godddd why is this happening now in a girl’s bathroom this would be a shitty place to die
One more time, look one more time and that’s it, Jordan.
……it’s not th&&&&&&UUH(_FGHD(GHDG*(HG*DZHV*DZBH*VG* HUAFUJFJ9fAHHAHAHAHHAHHAH
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
I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD. …yes, ma’am. >_< The….. I ran out. Then I tripped. I was in a panic, okay? I tripped, and immediately, the.. the…. that aforementioned.. character came out. Immediately, I… godI’msoconfused. ACK YES MA’AMSHE’S SITTING ON ME. I LOVE BEING SAT ON OH MY GOD BUT THIS.. SHE’S SCARY.
ohgodIlovebeingsaton BUT SHE’S SO SCARY. She.. she’s telling me to write. In my journal. Like a good boy. 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, Mistress usually strips them of their free will. 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 so scaaaary.
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.
ohhgodohgodohgod I’m so confused
ohmygodohmygodwhatjust.. what… no.. I mean.. it was.. she’s…
…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. Don’t.. don’t.. gah. Let’s not mention this. To Donnie. Okay?
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.
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.
I don’t feel like writing much. 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 retard. I’m siding with the bad guys, for God’s sake.
Fucking.. god… fuck me. I suck.
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.
See, not even the zombies we find will bother looking in our direction. We’re just that sucky.
Fuck, we’re resting already? God, we’re so stupid.
No way am I sleeping.
I felt so torn up.
…..will Donnie know? …yes, ma’am.
Okay. Uh.. I guess Mistress wasn’t kidding when she said she’d find me where I sleep next. She’s once again telling me to write. Kay, lying on the floor. I love being sat on but I hate myself because this is some kinda apocalyptic monster oh my god.
Mistress says she’s not a monster. Mistress hit me for saying that. Mistress called me a foolish pet for saying that. Mistress says to think of her not as a monster but as a godlike being whom I must obey. Mistress says she will make me the happiest pet in the world as long as I show complete faith in her. As long as I stop this foolishness. I asked what I must do for her.
Mistress says the time is 4:33 PM.
Mistress says she only wants me to continue my journey. Mistress says I must go to Blackpool. Mistress says the rabbit holes will help me get there faster. Mistress says that’s what they’re there for, faster transport. I tried to mention all the warnings not to enter. Mistress taped my mouth shut. I didn’t even know we had tape. I gotta admit, she’s easily my favourite
mon CHARACTER I HAVE MET.
Mistress says that’s better. Mistress wants me to go down the next rabbit hole we find. Mistress says the warnings were made by fools who are too afraid of the unknown. Mistress says if I obey, she’ll use rope and tape next time. Mistress says that’s just for very good boys, though. Mistress says if I don’t go down the next rabbit hole I find, she might not appear next time I sleep. Instead, Mistress says she’d give me a night to think about my disobedience, and then she’d appear the next night and put her strings into my skin.
Mistress hates disobedience. Mistress considers the difference between pets and dead slaves to be obedience and unconditional obedience alone.
I’ll obey, Mistress. I’ll go down the next rabbit hole.
Mistress patted me on the head. Mistress says Donnie won’t wake up for another hour. Mistress told me to get comfy.
(The next few pages are filled with tear-stained 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.
…..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.
I’m not very good at hiding myself. Donnie caught me. …she’s not even trying to remove the tape.
Why must all the girls I meet be so awesome?
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.
..and immediately, we walk by a puppet shop. Fuck that, we’ve gotta find that rabbit hole.
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.
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! >_<
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.
It’s a sewer. Or.. I mean, it’s a wet floor. We’re up to our ankles in some sort of liquid.
There’s a light ahead.
The light is coming from the ceiling. I can’t even see the ceiling; the light’s just coming doJ*FJWAFJISFFSAI
..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 also all light.
I’m on a swivel chair that won’t stop spinning. This is some kinda rave hall. No joke, this is a rave hall. Not sure what the fuck onesddsfgd
Donnie landed on me. She followed, I assume. …I had no problem with her on top. .w.
..I mean. Gah. She got off, of course. But.. fuck it let’s go.
Where can we go from here?
Oh hello, exit.
..this is a crawlspace. A flashing crawlspace. I’m not gonna be able to write while crawling. …fuck, here goes.
That was horribly cramped and hard-to-see. It was a maze, too. These rabbit holes sure like taking us down labyrinthine routes. Werel9-g WHOA
Okay, uh.. see, we’re in a void. I mean, we’re standing on a sort of.. thin platform, like a plank on a pirate ship. All around us is nothingness. Nearby, there is another plank leading into a crawlspace of light.
That’s not the shocker, though. There was a dude below us, in a cage. Says his name was Terry. He says we can’t help him; the cage will open for no one. He said the city has taken him. I didn’t ask what he meant.
He said we can walk across the void; there’s an invisible path at a specific point. He also says we shouldn’t have gone down this rabbit hole.
We’re gonna try for that invisible path now.
…yeah. There is an invisible path. I’m walking across it very carefully, though. Very slowly.
I nearly fell. Donnie got me.
Okay, we made it. We said goodbye to Terry. He told us to avoid any further rabbit holes.
I had to obey Mistress.
Motherfucker. We’re in another room filled with doors.
One door has a hole in the bottom. I can see only stars through it. Where the hell are we?
I’m scared to open any doors.
Donnie tried a door a minute ago. She’s just run out again and slammed it. Says she saw a giant screaming face heading towards her. I told her I ran into the same thing once. …twice.
I’m trying one. Keeping Tiger Stripes so close.
Oh my god. This is a gas chamber.
Where’d the door go?
HANDS DOZENS OF HANDS RISING OUT OF THE GROUND HITTING THEM AS HARD AS I CAN
ONE GRABBED MY FOOT OH MY GOD WHACK IT WHACK IT
A DOOR GOTTA GO TO THE DOOREJSGJDU
THE DOOR HAS A MOUTH ON IT.
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.
ALL THESE FUCKING HANDS OH MY GOD
FUCK IT I’M TRYING TO ACTUALLY OPEN THE DOOR
ohhhhgodwhere am I now?
WAIT SLAM THE DOOR SHUT
Kay, now where am I now?
This is a hospital. I’m in an hospital hallway.
A poster on the wall gave me the impression I’m in Birmingham. Where’s Donnie, though?
HEARD A SCREAM
DOWN THIS WAY
CAFETERIA, THAT’S WHERE IT WAS, DOOR’S JAMMED
BREAKING IT DOWN
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
THERE, MOTHERFUCKER IS DEAD. I KICKED IT; IT IS DEAD.
MOTHERFUCKER WAS A RAKE. That is, The Rake, the creepypasta thing. But I killed it already. What the hell.
YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!?!
SLAMMING DOOR, LOCKING, BARRICADING.
Donnie’s in here; she helped me barricade the door. She’s got a nasty slash mark on her cheek.
That. Bitch. Is. DEAD.
Once again, I apologize for my use of the term under such negative connotations. But you get the idea.
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 egg sacs. Motherfucker, she’s right.
There are four Rakes. I don’t know how the fuck that’s possible,but then again, there’s not even supposed to be one.
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.
This is taking a while. I’m starting to have second thoughtsFUCK GET IT GET IT DIE DIE DIE
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.
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.
Found a computer, fuck yes.
…internet’s still up? o_o
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?
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 savor each miracle, but still, y’know?
Went on AIM Express. Fentzy was on. We spoke for a while.
I’ve got to admit, journal, and this is something I hate admitting, but one of the reasons I’ve been so mixed up regarding the Mistress is ‘cause….. and really, you’re not gonna believe this, but she sounds so similar to Fentzy. I’ve voice chat’d with Fentzy before. I know what she sounds like. The Mistress’ voice put such… conflicting feelings in me.
I honestly have no idea if I should trust the Mistress or fear her.
Fentzy says she’s okay, the “Rapture” finally hit her but she’s easily surviving. Family’s barricaded in their home. That’s good.
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 said she… has someone there, didn’t she?
Danny asked if I’ve run into any mole-man-like creatures with rakes for hands. I asked if he meant the Rake, the creepypasta thing. 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.
I said I’d keep an eye out. Gotta go, Donnie’s calling.
Kay, we’re back to our journey.
On the motorway now. It’s getting dark.
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.
…it’s gone. The cawing’s stopped, the thing in the skies has just.. vanished. What the hell.
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.
It’s a man. He’s crying loudly, curled up in the center 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.
The man is running away from her. I told Donnie not to pursue. I mean, he clearly doesn’t want our help.
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.
oh my god