This is my life now. Plenty of people have had this happen to them, and it sucks, and it hurts, but the only choice I have is to keep moving through the state, and keep alive.
I haven't seen that Thing since... well, the first time I saw It. I feel like, though... it's right at my heels. Keeping me moving. I've always had a a thing with my instincts. Maybe it's finally proving useful somehow. I don't know. I'm tired and hungry and cold and scared and I want to go home, assuming the few remaining crazies haven't torched my house down. But I can't. Obviously.
It still hasn't sunk in that this is my life now. That everyone that I knew is... gone. Or worse. I know I'm probably never going to get answers, but the number one thing on my mind has been... why? why didn't I notice what was going on before everyone else did? Why did I notice so late? Why wasn't I caught up in the same thing that everyone else was?
That's more than one question, but I don't care.
I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to reach out to anyone. as far as I'm concerned, everyone else involved in this mess is fucked up, crazy, or violent, or a mix of all three. I can get by with the manuscript and the stuff I grabbed before I left.
And if any of you are reading this?
I don't need any of you.
In fact, stay the hell away from me.
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