Business as Usual.

Well. Linux has showed no intention of leaving his room. I think he's sorta going through a mental breakdown after what he did to the proxies. We told him he did what was necessary, but I think he just needs some time to get it out of his system. Me, Rob, and Mike have started doing recon on the city we're in. Pardon me, hub. We alternate in teams of two, leaving the other guy to watch Linux just in case he comes out. It's pretty cool, this city. I grew up kinda rural, so this place is just huge. Awe inspiring, ya know? There's a deli right near our place, and a grocery store in a plaza a couple blocks down. We've seen some gang signs here and there, but judging from Linux's comment to Daniel, it's probably best that we stay away. He might try to be a badass and kill and/ or get them arrested out of spite. We've seen a couple of the signs, it's signs that is, so we know there's either proxy activity or runners around here. Or, at least there has been in the last few months. I'm heading back out soon, I'll tell you guys if anything happens.

A little light reading.

Before anything else, we're at our new setting. There's a beach, and a nice, big forest. Bit worried with the size of it. Worried we won't be able to trek it in time to minimize risk. If and when we do, it'll be in teams of two, of course.
It's a hub, so there should be plenty of Proxy activity, hiding somewhere anyways. Haven't seen any yet.
For now, for today and tomorrow, I'm doing nothing but reading my precious fantasy and sci-fi. I need to relax a bit. I'm telling the other guys to relax too.
Now for my report on Proxy psych evals 1-9

Primary Cluster. Captured during my rescue of Keith.

Proxy 01:
Name Given: Johnathan Longrider
Age: Estimated Mid 20's
High School Graduate: Yes, though took summerschool to meet requirements.
College: No, claims to have gone straight into working at the warehouse we found him at.
Personality: Comes across as gruff. Would be defined as choleric in tempermant. Seems to want leadership position, but was never "good" enough for it. Resented leader of the group. Seems almost happy that I killed her.
Psychoses: Deluded into believing himself superior to everything but "father" Assumed to be talking about our final target. Mildly paranoid, doesn't trust the other members of his group. Believes they were all out to keep him from being in charge. Study of his body reveals injuries that neither I nor Keith dealt him, mostly bruising, though a few abrasions from being shoved against a wall. Wrist shows indications of being restrained, though I suspect that was from Keith's restraints. (Edit: When asked, the other members admit to using zipties to restrain him when he gets too wild.) Either he was beat by his group, or he lost a fight for what he saw as the alpha-position.
Childhood: Father abandoned family at age 13. Resented him for it. Mother died at age 15, causes unknown. Foster care was hell for him. Very few friends, most of which left him after he had no parents.
Pathing: No indication he has the ability. Left alone in a room unrestrained for 30 minutes with the threat of further interrogation. Stayed in the room.
End Notes: I assume his lack of trust stems from childhood. His calling the target "father" Could result from abandonment issues, though I doubt that all the Proxies that refer to it as "father" have abandonment issues. The probability is simply too low. Ask online later.

Proxy 02:
Name Given: Tyler
Age Estimate: Estimated Late Teens.
High School: Graduated
College: Accepted. Didn't start yet.
Personality: Weak, somewhat submissive. Would classify as Phlegmatic. Seemed to have fawned over the leader. Swore me out for killing "Jessica." It was the only noted hostility. Was very willing to divulge what little information he had.
Psychoses: Minor inferiority complex. Believed anyone and everyone was better than him altogether. Had even more mild superiority complex regarding intellect. Regards Proxy 01 with little respect, despite holding the rest of the cluster with high regard.
Childhood: Scars and high regard for intellect indicates beatings for poor grades. Evasive when probed for information. Seems to think he deserved it, but dislikes both parents regardless. Had many "friends." I would define none as "true friends." Standard teen behavior holding popularity above most things. No girlfriend. Seemed to want to make sure that got recorded for some reason.
Pathing: No indication of Pathing capabilities.
End Notes: I freed him from his restraints around day two. He showed little to no interest in hurting me. I suspect his swing at my head was due to little more than emotional rage at "Jessica" being dead and looking for a way to belong. Childhood abuse could possible be a reason for calling it "father"

Proxy 03:
Name Given: Refuses to give a name. Other Proxies refer to him as Shade.
Age Estimate: Based on Educational career; 19-21
High School: Graduated
College: Two Years.
Personality: Acts mysterious. Revealed information when probed. Would classify as somewhere between Melancholic and Phlegmatic. He seems to want to separate himself from others by being vague and mysterious, yet thrives on the attention it gets him. He is a follower, and doesn't seem to know exactly what he wants in life.
Psychoses: Superiority complex. Plain and simple.
Childhood: Some bull about a dark past. I suspect nothing was wrong with his childhood ignoring mild neglect.
Pathing: Claims to have the ability, but showed no aptitude, even after extensive torture.
End Notes: It would be a stretch to connect his neglect to using the term "father", but who knows. Would call a hipster.

Proxy 04:
Name Given: Deceased before I could interrogate. Proxy 02 Called her Jessica
Age Estimate: 21-23
High School: Other Proxies followed in a manner that would suggest she had finished High School.
College: I suspect she went onto college by the way she dressed, and the fact that Proxy 02 mentioned meeting her in a college library.
Personality: Unknown. Assumed leader type. Probably likable, seeing as most of the cluster followed willingly.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Childhood: Unknown.
Pathing: Unknown.
End Notes: Wish she had survived. Interrogating the leader of a cluster would have been useful. Would have had an unique perspective on cluster dynamics.

Secondary Cluster. Found, Shot, and Captured by Keith.
(Note: Worked with Primary Cluster. Proxy 05 served as a secondary leader. Ultimately subservient to Proxy 04.)

Proxy 05:
Name Given: Rebecca Juillana
Age Given: 25 Birthday June 13
High School: Graduate
College: Graduate
Post Grad: Was working on a law degree.
Personality: Rather Charming. Caught myself tempted to release her a few times. Almost took a headbutt once. Very dangerous. Keith may have been in trouble if he met her before his mission. Leader type personality. Everyone in the secondary cluster looked up to her. Asked me questions back, seemed to be poking and prodding at my beliefs. May have thought I could be turned if pushed hard enough.
Psychoses: None that I can discern, aside from typical Proxiness.
Childhood: Popular throughout school. Performed in Drama, choir, and band. Claims she was rather bad in band. Decent scholastically. Had a total of three AP classes, all of which were history or law based.
Pathing: Said she is unable to Path.
End Notes: She new I was going to kill them all. She attempted to make me question my morality. I was already somewhat shaken from the primary cluster, and I think she picked up on that. Going to have to be more careful showing weakness to proxies. I see no psychological reason for her to have been a Proxy. (Note: She drained somewhat less Azoth than the rest of the cluster.)

Proxy 06:
Name Given: Tylor
Age Estimate: Late Teens
High School:Graduate
College: Would have been going into first year.
Personality: Melancholic/Sanguine. Was friends with Proxy 02. Took the leadership role in that friendship, willing to not be leadership in the cluster. Keith says he was very good at fighting. I suspect he beat up bullies before he turned. Seemed friendly. Somewhat Jockish. Light. Maybe Lacrosse or wrestling. Not a football or hockey build. (Confirmed Lacrosse player)
Psychoses: None noticeable. Seemed a bit ginger to criticisms.
Childhood: Friends with Proxy 02. Went the athletic route while his friend took the academic. Claims that his father was an alumni and wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. I suspect his father was overly critical of him. I also suspect he wound up threatening Proxy 02's father after finding out that Proxy 02 was whipped with a belt. Very passionate about protecting Proxy 02.
 Pathing: No
End Note: Possible verbal abuse from father connects to "father" term. Flew into a rage when he found out that I was planning to kill all of them. Told me I could kill him, but that I should let Proxy 02 go.

Proxy 07:
Name Given: Lizzy
Age Given: 17
High School: Dropout
Personality: Terrifying. Would define as Choleric. Friendly some of the time, but flies into a rage at the slightest provocation.
Psychoses: Berzerk, Possible Schizophrenic.
Childhood: Grew up on the streets. Possibly raped. Flinched when I approached to touch her arm. Definitely beaten. Dropped out of high-school because of poor grades.
Pathing: Thank god no.
End Notes: Bat-shit insane. Tried to bite my nose off at one point. Had to add further restraints. Had greater amount of Azoth than others in the cluster. I suspect Med or Annalee would find that it was concentrated in such a way that would indicate insanity. I, however, do not do dissections, nor do I know neurological surgery stuff.

Proxy 08:
Name Given: Jordan Reyna
Age Given: 22
High School: Graduate
College: Dropped out Freshman year and went to community college.
Personality: Party girl. Definitely Sanguine. Asked several times for alcohol. Flirted with me, a lot. Seemed kind of stand offish from the rest of the cluster. Treated it like a job. Said she moved when asked. I suspect her old cluster was more "fun."
Childhood: Relaxed. Parents drunk a lot, but loved her the same. Wound up getting drunk for the first time at age 15. Had sex at 16. Very graphic in description.
Psychoses: None determinable. Might be somewhat insecure.
Pathing: No.
End Notes: I suspect she was trying to get some minor victory by making me feel uncomfortable. Drained somewhat less Azoth than others in the cluster.

Proxy 09:
Name Given: Ouroboros
Age Estimate: No clue
High School: Speaks like a graduate
College: Said he remembers a frat. I suspect he graduated.
Personality: Nothing like Proxy 03. Actually is mysterious, and seemed to be there from another cluster. Nobody else knew him, at all. They had never seen him.
Childhood: unknown.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Pathing. No.
End Notes: Probably shouldn't have killed him. He knew more about me than he should have, and he had no connection to the cluster. I suspect he was there to keep tabs on me. He had a symbol tattooed onto his back made out of dead Azoth, it was, fittingly enough, a snake eating it's own tail.

End of Report.

Yeah. So I mentioned Azoth amount. I drained them all and then cremated them. Proxy 04 was problematic. The Azoth had been dead before I tried draining it, and I didn't know how to liquify it, turns out there had been a little left when I went to cremate her. She exploded a little bit and I felt terrible. I had meant to spread their ashes over the town, give them a human death, you know? The explosion blew it all out into the crematorium. (Note. They did give me weird looks, but money was money for the guy running the place.) Needless to say, we left about then.

Anyone have any good books to recommend? I'm feeling humorish right now.

On the road again

We're moving again later today. Just need to take care of the Proxies. Keith, Rob, and Mike are staying home, packing up, carefully, and Keith is going to start giving the other two firearms training. God knows they'll need it. Carter warned me to beware of large numbers of proxies, but we're kinda looking for them. I want to see if they have any secrets. I want to see why the azoth affects them as it does, but not us. I think it might have something to do with the mind. I mean, clearly it affects our heads. When Med goes apeshit, she reported that the headache went away. He could still hurt her body, but she no longer really sensed it's presence. Keith reports sensing it differently than I do, and then there was the whole theory where we created him with our minds. While I don't think we created it, I definitely think we might have allowed it into our reality. Maybe. So while you guys look for hard science and/or ancient societal/magic ways to kill it, I'll look for mental ways, ways to find where it comes from, ways to get there, and pray that it's more vulnerable there than it is here.
-Linux
By the way. I'm also probably gonna have everyone make their own account. It's a mild annoyance having to retype my name at the end of every post.

Hi there.

Hey, my name's Mike, and this cool guy to my left is Rob. We uhh, we were "rescued" by Keith. We totally could have escaped on our own. Rob here, he's an engineer. He's been learning programming on the side. Me? I was studying to become a medical doctor. Things changed at about 24 for us. We've been friends forever, and we both wound up going to the same college, and Rob decided to take forever on deciding on a major. Here's the story of how we became the hunted.

*Harp flashback music*
"Hey, Rob, you see that new youtube series yet? It's pretty big."
"Uhhh, which one Mike? Youtube's kinda sorta huge."
"You hear about (Name redacted because Linux said we shouldn't write it. Dude's a hardass.)? It's huge! And terrifying! And Horror movies just haven't gotten me lately. I spent my whole weekend watching some of the videos with Jenna." (Note, we watched Marblehornets first, since it was the first thing we saw, and then Everyman.)
"I think so, that was that creepypasta thing right?"(Rob lives off of the energy of forums. He thrives on flame wars.)
"Yeah.We should watch all of them. Right now. Finals were last week. This is the best time."
*Harp music closing Flashback.*

Yeah. You all know how well learning goes in regards to it. I started seeing it first. Then my girlfriend, and then Rob. We thought it was some prank, it was when it was still funny to dress up in a white skin suit, a tux, and scare the shit out of people. We decided to go out hiking since I like to (The dude's like a mountain goat -R), and Rob needed some fresh air. Needless to say, it went well, all things considered. Nobody died, and Jenna just got a bonk on the head when she tripped.
Well, things got worse, Jenna proxied. Slowly. At first, I thought she was just going through a bad poetry phase, I mean, I didn't know a single guy at college that hadn't at one point or another (Rob's was especially bad (Not as bad as Mike's. Those were bad times. Bad bad times . . . -R)). But eventually, she turned sorta cruel. It was kinda nice in bed It was horrible, she berated me all the time, mocked my friends, and always wanted to go out to the woods. And not in the good way. She hit me over the head with a branch one day while we were out. I woke up tied up, being watched by her and a couple other proxies. She asked me how I felt about "father." By then, I had read up enough to have some understanding of what happened to her. I said it was awesome, that I loved it. (They bought it, I assume they weren't in constant contact with it.)  They released me, and I ran. I talked to Rob, and since we were pretty much done with that university, if we were continuing with learning, it would have been at a post-grad program, we ran. We made it a year and a half before Keith and Linux found us. The locals caught us with out fingers in their pie, and decided that we should be brought before the tribunal for our fate to be decided. We saw Keith in the warehouse, but we were moved to another location about an hour after he arrived. We were happy as hell when he saved us. The locals destroyed my laptop. Linux says he'll probably get all of us some new ones at the next hub city.

Michaelis Ramanavadore (Because if I'm not going to use my name, then why the fuck can't it be awesome.) Signing out.

Rob, signing in. Just to add, she was really bitchy. I don't think Mike saw the real extent. She lost all of her friends within days of hitting her head. And she was kinda popular in the nice girl way. I was friends with her, and Mike is my only other real friend. I talk to other pepes, but nobody else has really gotten close to me. I would kill to protect him. I mean that.
-R

Mission Report 01

Alright. So, I had fun. Except, we all know that's complete and utter bullshite. I got to storm a proxy hideout. By myself. Now, granted there were two prisoners that were all too willing to help me bust up their asses once I freed them, but, you know, prisoners that were previously beat to kingdom come don't usually make such good fighters. I'll give them this. They had spunk. Now, I had a bit of an advantage, I was raised on guns. My dad is what lots of people would call a gun nut. I was firing BB's as soon as I could hold a rifle. Shooting a .22 once The recoil didn't knock me back (A .22's recoil is fucking pathetic by the by. So that was what, five?) As I grew, so did the arsenal. I could outshoot most of my pop's buds by the time I was Linux's age. Right now, I outshoot the old man himself, or least I did last time I saw him. Linux was surprised when he armed me and I shot straighter than him.

I shot most of the proxies in the leg or in the arms. Kinda hard to fight with a bullet wound in you. Linux says this place was a good place to stop. He's taken to researching them psychologically. Larger numbers means more research. Oh, and I only had five or so, but in an un-traversed building in the middle of some dark woods, That's plenty, even with an advantage. Our total count on prisoners is now eight. Woulda been nine, but . . . well, you know.

I was stupid, by the way. Made nice with the runners while we were still in the building, it was sorta like an office building, 'cept shorter and darker. Walked out with Mike and Rob (Their names for this blog, Linux says we don't use real ones, too dangerous. And that the person we were before died, that we aren't them. Dude's weird.) We walked out, and we were hit with the shit. He was standing there right in front of us. I didn't feel an aura, but I did smell burning skin and hear screams. I dunno, maybe I just detected it differently. Mike and Rob screamed, and we all ran. They away from it, to where I told them Linux was. I ran toward it. Shooting all the while. Gotta say, I have the worst ideas.

I still smell blood. Fucker broke my nose. Felt like I was under, like he held me under for longer than I had ever been caught. Felt like I was dying. I think it just wanted to see the panic and fear in my eyes. I think he likes reducing us to animals. I mean, look at how Med describes herself when she goes berserk (no offense.) Maybe it's just some sick game. Break the toys. I'm done here for the day. Gonna have the other two give an introductory thing later. Since that seems to be our thing.
-Keith

So tired

Just got back from that Proxy hangout. Tired as hell. Gonna be telling you all about my rad adventure tomorrow. Lateish. I'm sleeping in. I looked at our tied up Proxies. It's ugly. I told Linux he didn't have to do that shit anymore, after I read his post. He said and I quote, "I'll do whatever the fuck is necessary to keep us alive. You just worry about keeping your ass out of the fire."

Oh, and we found another set of runners. Kinda like us, except they both have a decent amount of college experience. One's a programmer, and the other was studying to become a doctor. Looked pretty beat up. Proxies aint got nothin on us though. Night. I'll probably let the other two type
something up. We're planning on sharing the account but splitting town in a few days when Linux can walk again. Dude has shit luck with that ankle.

 Who knows, maybe we'll form some sort of net while Linux is looking for whatever he's looking for.

Linux is still kinda out of sorts. Hear's to hopin he's back to normal soon. That dude's kinda terrifying in his own way. We all are, I guess. Or, we all get that way eventually. . .
-Keith

I feel dirty. Like if I keep this up. . . if I enjoy it, I'll become a monster. Worse than the proxies. He who fights, heh? Keith's clean. He hasn't even seen those things. He's been doing the clean things. I cant let him do the things I do I cant let him become a monster Hes my responsibility.

We're back from our shopping trip!

Sitting at home right now. Keith says that if I get any worse, he'll drag me to the hospital. I grew up brawling every once in a while, always for friends, of course. Being not so muscular, I learned early on that moving fast, fluidity and such, is almost always a good idea. I broke the first proxies arm, stole the steel pipe he was trying to hit me with. Took a cut from one I didn't see, should heal up pretty soon, but it stung like hell. Hit her over the head in instinct. Lashing out at the source of pain. Felt a bit sickened by the crunching. First time using a weapon. First time taking a life. Probably should have been more prepared for this.

Feeling distracted is never good in a fight. Being injured is even worse, even if you're mostly healed. Didn't get moving until it was almost too late, fucked up my ankle again avoiding a head blow. Can't remember what it was, exactly, but it looked plenty hurtful at the time. Keith chose that moment to come barreling out of a side room. Can't say I wasn't happy to see him, but I also can't say that I don't wish he'd come in sooner. Wouldn't be helpless off my feet if he did.

One that almost hit me kicked me in the ribs on his way out. Fucking cowards can't even stick together when it gets tough. Then these weren't the hardcore ones, and I did break his leg after he kicked me.

Me and Keith decided that we had to either uh. . . euthenize them, immobilize them, or turn them into the cops. We decided to immobilize them, since we can always do the other two later, I was injured and a bit queasy at the thought of killing anyone else, and I'm just a little distrusting of the government. You know, not knowing a person means I can't decide whether they're a proxy or not.

I spent almost a whole freaking day looking for them. found them living in a small(ish) warehouse. Smallish corridor to another area, might look through it later, when I can freaking walk again. (Did I mention that no matter how I move, one part of me or another hurts?) Close, but not in the forest near here. The proxy with a broken arm ran towards the forest, they probably have some sort of cabin, house. . . something. Looking into that when I can walk, maybe. Assuming they don't clear out when they see this. They all looked painfully poor, hopefully no internet, or computer. . . Maybe I should send Keith out before they decide to bolt. Anyway. Close, but not in the woods, far enough from most of the town to be hard to find.

She was an Irish red head, green eyes, tall, gaukish, looked about my age. Maybe a year or so older. Cute. Looked like she was used to laughing before she turned. Marks on arm indicating childhood abuse. Probably some jackass of a father. Doesn't look like it continued into adolescence, father left, or was prosecuted. Fucker deserved whatever bad happened to him. She didn't dress insane, or insecure. Probably confident. Never got over her dad, but she moved forward. Going to analyze the a few of the proxies we have locked up tomorrow. Look for similarities. Just a theory. Probably add up to nothing, but you know, might not.

She probably would have been my type if this shit didn't go down. I feel like puking right now.

Killing gets easier, right? Gonna give this over to Keith
-Linux

I went out for groceries. Got em, never got them home. Jackasses grabbed me in the parking lot. It was dark, nobody else saw. I tried counting turns but it was a bit tough. It's not as easy as movies make it look. Woke up later in a dark room, everyone was around me, they were mocking me, laughing, saying that he would come soon. Said that it was their turn to mess with me first. They slapped me a lot, hard. Punched me in the stomache every now and then but they never broke my bones or my skin. They were careful. They gave me water but no food. I heard a scuffle outside, and I decided to try and get out. I fell backwards and smashed the chair until it broke. Asshats tied me to the chair but didn't tie my hands or feet together. One of them heard and ran in to check on me. I punched him on the jaw and he went out like a light. I ran out, tackled one of the "proxies." I saw Linux throw a pipe, hit the other guys kneecap, he fell to the ground screaming. Linux broke out laughing. Dude seriously needs to get better, and then talk to someone that isn't me about this shit. I went back, hogtied the unconscious one and then tied the one with a broken arm to some sort of a machine. Locked two other in two different rooms. One in a supply closet and the other in an office looking room.I'm pretty happy since I managed not to get hit at all. Linux is telling me to get off the computer and to go out and lock up the warehouse with something a bit more formidable.
-Keith

Great

Not even a whole fucking day. First town I was planning on spending more'n a month in. Keith got taken. And I haven't had time to scope the town for places to hide people. I'm going out to find him and clean up or scare away the fucking proxy population around here. He was smart enough to send me a message. Got it less than fifteen minutes ago, and he was in town. He can't be far. I'll let him tell you guys what the hell happens when we get back.

Moving on

Alright. Well, it's been swell, but I don't think that this place has what I'm looking for. I can keep my experiments up in the next town. Someone I used to know tells me that there's an empty  house in a town about a hundred miles north.
Oh, and just for general information, I'm not testing whether or not the symbol protects. Well,  just protects. I'm pretty sure that it has a connection to our minds, although I'll explain that later, and if Carter's right, and the symbol is an ancient name for it, well, then the symbols could very well have some sort of power. If not, well, I guess I'm shit outta luck. I'll have to rework my theories and perspective of it a bit. And I won't be so reluctant to use its name. We should make town by tomorrow. Keith's doing fine, I haven't had much time to talk with him, I've been trying to catch up on sleep, mainly because I don't want to come across an abomination when I'm tired as hell.

Huh. Next town is only six hours away from my home town. Maybe I'll make that our next stop after this town.

It's Keith

Uh. Hey guys. Linux is sleeping right now. I'm supposed to be on guard duty right now, but he said I could post here whenever I want. I saw it (almost wrote it's name. Linux told me not to do that.) about two days ago. I'd heard about it, some of the weird kids at school watched some youtube series or another. Didn't think this would happen ever. I almost called my friend to tell him, Linux sorta got mad. He seems to be really strict about his rules. He hit my phone out of my hand. Literally. Said that the only reason he didn't get rid of his was in case he needed to call one of us for backup, as unlikely as that is. He also said that for a while, we'll be moving. A lot. Supposedly, he wants to find something. Some sort of secret information, "proxy" secrets. Doesn't really help me, haven't read anything on proxies yet. He told me that I really should start looking at some of these blogs. I think that tomorrow is our last day in this town. I think I'll say goodbye to my friends. Linux said that much is fine. Then he got a kindof distant look in his eyes, went off to go to sleep. For now, I'm off. He told me to draw a circle with an x in it on the floor while thinking positive thoughts. Any of you guys know what the hell that's about, he said he'll tell me after he checks to see if he's right.
         -Keith

Just got back

Well. I haven't been sleeping the past few days. Didn't have any traps set up around the new room, not enough time or money. Instead of sleeping, I've been sitting in a chair, watching the door. Last night, the cumulative fatigue hit me. Actually, hit might be too nice a term. It beat me. I dreamt for the first time in a while. I'm expecting that I'll start dreaming a hell of a lot more than I have before, but this dream was more guilt based than it was based on it. I was back home, before I started running. My friend's girlfriend just went missing, and I said that we could look for her. We argued for a bit, I can't remember about what, but he was PISSED. The symbol flashed bright red over my world, and my friend just, he exploded. Blood, gore, everything, it flew everywhere. It being a dream, I wasn't all that freaked out. I was coated in gore, and I felt like shit over allowing my friend to die, but that had already happened, sans gore. Moving on, I started looking for the girl, like I said I would. A forest swallowed up the neighborhood next to the apartment complex she lived in, and I started walking towards it. Everyone I passed looked at me with fear or with revulsion, their eyes screaming at me. They looked like they would have sworn at me under their breath . . . but they had no mouths. Cue me trying to scream, because, well, people without mouths are fucking terrifying to me. Trying, as in, I couldn't. I had a mouth, but I couldn't make a single sound with it. Almost like I was born without vocal chords. That freaked me out at least as much as the mouthless people.
After about thirty minutes of freaking out, I think I broke some potted plants, I decided to move on. I got to the forest, found a cabin and walked in. There was nothing outstanding about it, so I walked out. Only to fall through a hole that led to the basement. Only this time, it looked a bit more torturey. Blood had been splattered on the walls, and a table with straps was sticky yet slick with blood. I ran out. The woods, once natural and normal were now much darker, it was as if the sun had never touched this part of the world, and the trees were much taller. This was where it turned into the other type of dream, the type lots of us are used to having. Being hunted. In the woods. Except, I found a cave, one with a truck driver. And it had a shotgun and a pocket knife in it. I ran out, right into it. The world turned technicolour, and then faded. I woke up what felt like an hour later. On the edge of the forest near the town I've been staying in. Of freaking course. I wandered through town. I knew my way back, but I wanted to make sure that the town was how I remembered it. Real. Back at the hotel, the guy was waiting. His name is Keith, apparently. Kind of a surfer dude. Not too stupid, but certainly not a genius. That's alright. He's older than me, has a little bit of college experience, and he can apparently run really fucking fast. He agreed to help me out on my projects, and said that he might post here every once in a while. He's been in and out of a catatonic state for the past hour or so, it's to be expected, I don't think he expected to be thrown into this shit.
 Unlike Med, I have very little interest in most science. I've always been much more of a soft science and fantasy kind of guy. What that means, is that instead of looking at the science and the why of it, I look at the people involved, look for anything that can't be explained by our science. Speaking of which. Runners and Proxies both, if you're willing to give me a chance to interview you in depth (online of course), I'd be much obliged. It'll just be questions involving who you are, what you were like before things started happening, that sort of deal. Maybe I'll just make a questionaire on my next post, let you guys fill it out, ask some of you more in depth questions.
By the way, in case you didn't realize it from my earlier posts, I'm just outta high school, and just turned 18 three months ago. Yippee.
Last question, am I a bad person for being somewhat happy that I now have someone to take turns sleeping with?

I can walk again! Sort of. . .

Well, the good news is, I can walk slowly now. The bad news is, I think my door man is starting to see it. I told him that if he continues seeing it, first he should ask other people if they see anything, and that if they don't, he should find me wherever I am. Gonna spend the next two or three days in this town. Find an ankle brace while I'm at it. I saw it last night in my dreams. Which is weird, not seeing it, but dreaming. I hardly ever dream. Woke up at bloody three in the morning screaming my head off. The guy ran in asking me if I was alright, if I had seen it. Except he used its common name. If he finds me by next Monday, I'll bother learning his name, and I'll start teaching him. If not, well, I can't stick around all that long, not safe to stay in a hotel. I hit the dangerous mark a couple days ago, just getting further in the longer I stay here. Think I'm gonna limp over to the other hotel in this town. I should probably also familiarize myself with the surroundings. Never a good idea to run blind when you can have that one advantage. I'll post again by Monday, and I'll start my experiment then as well. Farewell for now.