Blair’s getting these scratches down hir face and
arms. I don’t usually doubt much, when it comes to Fear movement, but freaking
hell. If there was any skepticism about this being the Vision’s work there sure
as hell isn’t anymore.
I don’t know how s/he’s even standing. I got a taste
of what it’s like not to even get my regular four hours, thanks to what
happened last night. I hate to admit it, but it’s my own fault, what happened.
Blair got this idea, from this blog, that if we need to sleep we could stick by
campgrounds, but since that dream, s/he’s looking for something similar, but an alternative.
So, when we got to the highway and saw smoke further
out, I suggested we go. You could hear the noise from where we were, and that
was almost a quarter mile away. Evidence said, bush party. People always get
drunk, high, or both, and pass out at those things. They wouldn’t question it,
if we showed up…and if they remembered us the next day, they’d just remember
the horse. And, probably think they were so fucked out of their minds they
imagined it.
I walked us right into danger, because apparently I’ve
been so focused on thinking Curtis is going to kill us that I’ve forgotten not
to be an idiot. There are other things to be wary of.
We got close enough to see all the bodies. We
stopped a good distance away, because it looked like a slaughter, and Blair was
like, “If they’re dead maybe whatever killed them is still around.” But it was
worse than that.
We realized it because Curtis pointed out, they were
moving in one giant mass, rutting against each other and covered in red. Some
of them were definitely dead, but it sure as hell didn’t seem to stop the bleeders.
And, in the middle of it all, this man. Buck naked in the pyre they’d built. I
feel like a freaking amateur – I saw him, standing in the middle of a fire,
apparently burning to death and though, “Maybe I should call the fire
department.” Fuck, even when I didn’t KNOW, I wasn’t so fucking blonde.
He wasn’t burning. He was having a threesome. Ugh,
not even ‘he’ – IT. It was in some
kind of fucked-up…fuck it was so disgusting that it won’t stop replaying in my
head. Screwing the fire and the smoke, with all his loyal little bleeders
around him, and I should have figured. Ugh, if things had gone a little
differently in the past, I could have been in that pile. It’s making me
nauseous.
Blair thought quickest, s/he was up on the horse’s
back before Curtis or I could really think, and urging us up too. They’d seen
us, so we didn’t have a lot of time.
Curtis didn’t give me much of a chance to protest,
he was already helping me up. And then he got this look. Normally, his expression is a little…vacant, but within that
second it was like he knew exactly what he was doing.
He ran, and he was chillingly fast. Blair got
Windmill to take off running.
The bleeders weren’t chasing us, but the Vessel was.
This one had to have been really
comfortable in its body, now, because I’ve only ever seen one move like that.
He was nearly catching up, and we had to either kill it or slow it down.
Since there’s no killing one of those things, not if
you’re human, that only left ‘slowing it down’ as an option, so I pried open
the guitar case on Blair’s back, turned, and blasted the gun off in Its face.
The recoil sent me back against Blair, and if it
hadn’t, I would have fallen off the horse. The Vessel’s face had been blown
apart, leaving a hollow wound with flesh and bone hanging in the gap. It
stopped and grabbed at the hole in its face, all panicked – vain fucker.
We kept running all night, set up camp by day after
we found somewhere hidden enough. I won’t describe the place, obviously. We all
took turns napping again, but I didn’t manage it much.
Bizarre freaking night, and now I’m even less sure
of things than ever before.
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ReplyDeleteOh, I've been so looking forward to this. My first cryptic Internet commentator.
ReplyDeleteI read your blog, and I hope I have a hand in killing you, Shaw.
I AM NOT SHAW!
ReplyDeleteDAVID AND SHAW, HIDING IN A BUSH, F-U-C-K-I-N-G
ReplyDelete~INSANITY
David Grant: Ah, INSANITY are you jealous that there's someone I hate more than you? Don't worry there will always be a spot in my heart where my hate for you grows in the form of a tumor.
DeleteAlso I'm back from the Dogscape and I can assure you that I didn't write this.
DO YOU NOT REMEMBER ME insanity.
ReplyDeleteI DOUBT YOU DO, YOU WERE SO YOUNG BACK THEN.
YOUR ARE FLAWED insanity.
AS SUCH YOU ARE THE NEXT EXPERIMENT.
... Not the response I was looking for when I kicked the hornets nest.
Delete~INSANITY
This all is sort of getting out of hand,
ReplyDeleteby that I don't mean the situation, but your
comment section.
You should consider moderation or a chainsaw.
Chainsaw with out without being attached to a torpedo/missile?
Delete~INSANITY
But s/he will sing~
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