I’ve been quiet
because I didn’t want to get out my phone and give them another reason to want
to kill mr.
I say them – I mean
that big group, from before. After I took the knife off one of the dead girls I
made a snap decision and started following them. They’re a big group, but I think
their collective iq was under 100. They weren’t coordinating their sleeping
patterns.
I snuck up when they
slept and kind of integrated myself with their group. Killed one of them in a
big show, in the morning, and that seemed to get them on my side. My initial
guess was right – they’re a pack of bloodthirsty freaks. I stayed around them
long enough to find out more about what’s going on here.
There are points,
rules, things like that. seems like it really is just a giant fuckedup game. I watched
one of the other guys get skewered by one of the guy in masks – it served him
right though. Hate to say it, but its true. We were loading up on supplies when
he started throwing a fit about not being able to afford a second bottle of
vodka and tried to hold the place up. The rest of us bolted, but not in time to
avoid seeing that.
After that, I waited
until they fell asleep again. They were disgusting, sharing the girls and...
yeah I don’t wanna get into it. It’s like they just didn’t care anymore.
I slit their throats
in their sleep. I know that makes me scum, but that was the goal from the
beginning and like my dad always said, you don’t survive a war by barreling
straight on. If you don’t do some sneaking when the situation calls for it, you’re
a noble man and a dead man.
The irony is, if the
voices were still in my head, I’d probably rather be the dead man but as long
as I’m here, it’s like...everything is less grey. I have less doubt.
Maybe the Chorus
really cant touch me, here.