I dreamt of leaving a beach.
Donnie’s still sleeping. She looks adorable. :3
..in a.. badass kinda way! .w.;;
Now she’s awake. Hi there! :D
We’re gonna go up to the bridge and see how Richard’s doing.
I heard no footsteps other than our own this time.
I’m glad. c:
Richard looks pretty tired. But he wants to keep going. He says we’re almost there. A couple more hours, in fact.
This’ll be my first time in America in.. eleven months. It’s a rather alien feeling.
..holy fuck, I am hungry. x_x When was the last time we ate?
We’re going to the dining room place. There might be some food left over.
We said we’d bring some back for Richard.
There’s still some pies left. Pork pies, cornishes, and.. huh, a lot of tinned beans.
Donnie can have the beans. I insist. >w>
..god, I’m weird.
We brought the food back to the bridge. Richard took some cornishes and some tinned beans.
I’m having pork pies and sausages. Donnie wanted some of everything. Fine by us! :3
The sea’s been so calm. I guess EAT does want us passing.
Richard advises that we go get whatever things we have and be ready to go. According to his best guess, we’ll be arriving in the next half-hour.
Okay, got my folder of CDs, got Tiger Stripes, got a bag I’ll fill with whatever’s left in the kitchen, got my outfit.
Donnie’s got her frying pan and a second bag for food, plus some books she’s found lying around. I spy Lovecraft.
..and her outfit, of course. She’s not naked. >_>
Ooh, plenty of food here to grab.
..Yates’ room! Hello, prog CDs.
Yes, I did just snatch whatever ones I didn’t have. Shut up.
Huh, Richard’s quiet.
…you’ve gotta be kidding me.
Why, Richard? Why? We were nearly out. >_<
We were nearly out!
..oh my god, I get it.
We actually.. well… gah.
Richard killed himself because we reached America.
I can see land up there. But I can also see something else up there.
Fields of zombies.
As in, the land is absolutely covered in zombies. And these are all moving individually. They’re either Indisen or the normal zombies. If there’s a difference.
Tiger Stripes, please give us some strength. Please give us a lot of strength. This is gonna be carnage.
And how are we even gonna get over there? I don’t want to risk swimming. I might ruin this journal, for starters.
Donnie’s trying to get the boat moving.
She’s got it! Goddamn, I love that girl. >w<
..we have officially reached America.
Heading to exit the Exodus now.
Goodbye, R.M.S. Exodus. You did your last job very well for Queen and country.
..I see a sign nearby. We’re in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
And the zombies are everywhere.
Well, Tiger Stripes, old pal… it’s time to get back to work.
EAT SOME OF THIS
EAT A LITTLE BIT OF THAT
OUTTA OUR WAY
MAMAMIA YOU’RE FAT
THERE’S NO END
My arms are aching.
The zombies just keep on coming.
Donnie’s still going on. What a trooper.
If she can soldier on, I can, too.
Oh god, we found a shop not filled with zombies. We’ve barricaded the door for now. We just need to rest.
Donnie’s ready. I guess I am too.
There’s a map of the town here. We’ve planned out our course.
We’re just gonna get out of the city, and find some place not filled with zombies. Then we’re gonna figure out where to go next.
Okay. Out into the chaos.
I PITY DA FOO THAT MESSES WIT MISTAH TEEEEEEEE
THIS GUITAR CONTROLLER IN YOUR FACE
THAT’S MY PITY
TIGER STRIPES, PITY THESE FOOS WIT ME
EVERY DIRECTION IS FILLED WITH THE UNDEAD
IT’S LIKE ATLANTA ALL OVER AGAIN
FUCKING ZOMBIES EVERYWHERE STILL
We’re approaching the outskirts of the city.
The zombies keep coming, though!
Oh god, finally, they’re all gone.
We’re just gonna rest.
On the grass.
Pain in my limbs. x__x
I hear thunder.
Oh my god, that is not thunder, that is the thunderous footsteps of a large mob of motherfucking zombies in all directions.
Getting up now.
Tiger Stripes, we just don’t get a break.
HERE COMES THE STORM
TIME TO RIDE THE LIGHTNING, DICKWADS!
They keep coming.
Oh my god.
IT’S GAS MASKY.
Up there in the sky! Gas Masky!
He’s fucking floating in mid-air, just watching us.
What the hell is th
Almost hit Gas Masky in the face.
The zombies have all abruptly stopped.
“Next one’s aiming for your head, Archie!”
Gas Masky’s gone.
The zombies are all just standing around.
What the hell is going on?
Holy fecal matter, it’s Danny Finnegan! He found us! Goddammit, Danny, I had no idea you were secretly Chekhov’s righthand gunman.
He’s got a tennis racket and is whacking a path to us.
He said “Archie’ll” make the zombies fight again if we don’t hurry and get out.
Also getting the fuck outta Dodge.
WOULDN’T WANNA BE YA
IF YOU COULD TALK, YOU’D BE SAYING “MY LEG!”
That was a lame one-liner.
I’m just gonna shut up now.
The zombies have tapered off.
Now the streets are silent.
Danny says there’s a hotel nearby; he was staying there last night. We can stay there tonight and discuss what our plan is.
Turns out he’s also been keeping some sort of log of his travels, as well.
..pfft, that’s a tiny batch of papers compared to my, like, seventeen journals.
That reminds me. I’m gonna run out of paper soon. I need to find more empty notebooks.
Ah, Days Inn. Haven’t stayed at one of these in quite a while.
Donnie and I are sharing a room. Of course. >w>
Danny says he wants to be alone, anyway. Says he’s got some thinking to do.
Fine by us!
Donnie’s really relieved that we actually made it. We actually made it. We’re actually in America. .w.
That was one hell of a voyage, for sure.
…not to mention, one hell of a welcome party. >_>
EAT said the Fears were watching out for us, that they want to kill us twice as hard now that The Harlequin’s gone. ‘Cause we’re X factors.
Looks like Gas Masky, or “Archie,” is another one of the Fears. Looks like he controls the zombies. And it looks like he’s focusing his attention in the States for now.
I get the feeling we’re gonna be seeing a lot of Fears over here. And of course, all the monsters that aren’t Fears.
Maybe we’ll also get to see Bones.
One other thing’s been stumping me for an incredibly long time.
We find out information about it a lot, but we still don’t actually know what it is.
I’ve been hearing a lot of theories, mostly conflicting ones, but no matter what, the link to all of them is that it’s coming. Whatever Rapture is, it’s coming, and it’s related to both Indisen and the rabbit h Doors. The Doors are key.
What could individualistic sentience possibly have to do with gateways to another universe? There’s more to all this, clearly.
What more, “Rapture” is generally a good thing, right? It’s, like.. Christians generally say it’s the day Jesus returns, or it’s associated with him in some way. That’s a good thing. Should we be looking forward to Rapture? Or should we be fearing its arrival?
I wish we can make it out of this alive.
I wish I can find Bones.
I wish I can find Fentzy, for that matter.
And Anna. I wish I can find Anna, too.
I wish for all the strength Tiger Stripes can give me.
And I wish Rapture wasn’t coming.
I don’t know why the hell I make all these wishes at 11:11. It’s just a superstition. It’s not like it’ll ever come true.
But still, I feel like I need to.
I dunno. I guess I’m a wishful thinker.