Day One Hundred Eighteen:
I ran. Thank God it isn't freezing cold out yet or I am sure I would be dead by now. Not from the Ex-humes, just from running in soaking wet clothes in the cold. I don't know where I am, and I don't intend to start a fire so for now I am just following this stream and hoping it stays above 50 at night. Still haven't decided what to do next.
There are three different choices, all pulling equally hard in their own respective direction. Choice one involves going back to the town and regardless of what happens, avenging Josh and AJ and possibly save one or both of them on the insanely improbable chance that either of them are still alive.
Choice two involves turning around and heading back to the Keys. To safety. To Victor. To where we should have fucking stayed to begin with. Why did I agree to this? What the fuck was wrong with me?
And choice three. Well, choice three is me continuing forward to our or, I guess now it is just my mystery destination. My way of making sure Josh and AJ didn't maybe die for nothing. Except what if I get there and it is a smoking hole in the ground. Or worse yet, just another abandoned building filled with skeletons and blood trails?
Fuck. I don't know. And I also don't know why the fuck I am making life decisions when I am lost in the woods following a stream that will probably lead me into a nest of death. Maybe after this I can figure out where I should invest all the money in the world that no longer matters to anyone. Yeah, I will get right on that.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
Day One Hundred Seventeen:
Day One Hundred Seventeen:
I ran or rather, duck walked for hours through the tubes. My legs went from being tired, to being wobbly jelly, to where I had to use my arms to lift my legs to keep moving, to collapsed and resting in the tube for extended periods of time before forcing myself to continue moving.
After several hours of this I stopped for an actual rest and did a quick count of my supplies. Maybe enough water to last three days. Food for a week if I stretch it. 200 pistol rounds and about the same for my rifle which sounds like a lot and if I had time to make each shot count maybe it would be but figure 5 rounds at least to stop each Ex-Hume and all of a sudden those 400 rounds work out to about 80 dead monsters if I'm lucky.
I've come to grips with the fact that Josh and Aj have to be dead. I was holding out hope and convinced myself that if I got out of here I would lead the charge back there but... those things were able to get to me somehow, and I am buried 15 feet underground in a concrete tube. Not to mention in the days since I have been down here I never heard any additional gun shots or anything. Unless Josh was able to run to a concrete bomb shelter or something, and teleport Aj to it immediately... they're gone.
And since this tube just exited into a small stream in the middle of who fucking knows where... chances are I will be gone soon too. If not, wish me luck. If so, see you soon Aj and Josh.
I ran or rather, duck walked for hours through the tubes. My legs went from being tired, to being wobbly jelly, to where I had to use my arms to lift my legs to keep moving, to collapsed and resting in the tube for extended periods of time before forcing myself to continue moving.
After several hours of this I stopped for an actual rest and did a quick count of my supplies. Maybe enough water to last three days. Food for a week if I stretch it. 200 pistol rounds and about the same for my rifle which sounds like a lot and if I had time to make each shot count maybe it would be but figure 5 rounds at least to stop each Ex-Hume and all of a sudden those 400 rounds work out to about 80 dead monsters if I'm lucky.
I've come to grips with the fact that Josh and Aj have to be dead. I was holding out hope and convinced myself that if I got out of here I would lead the charge back there but... those things were able to get to me somehow, and I am buried 15 feet underground in a concrete tube. Not to mention in the days since I have been down here I never heard any additional gun shots or anything. Unless Josh was able to run to a concrete bomb shelter or something, and teleport Aj to it immediately... they're gone.
And since this tube just exited into a small stream in the middle of who fucking knows where... chances are I will be gone soon too. If not, wish me luck. If so, see you soon Aj and Josh.
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