*Early Morning*
Nothing
happened or at least I hope nothing happened. I fell asleep for a few hours
(paranoia can sure make you tired). I straightened myself, feed the canary some
seeds, and went outside. There were a few people out on watch, but for the most
part, everyone was still sleep. I climbed up on the wall and for once in a
really long time, watched the sunrise.
*Morning*
A relaxing
view isn’t enough. I feel like a caged animal or a test subject. Just the idea
of being watched is so disturbing and disgusting. I ended up going outside the
base and killing a few soulless and not just quick kills; I rammed my machete
through one of their backs and out their front (it interesting to hear a
soulless gag). I also made it a point to see if I could pierce a soulless’
skull with just my machete. After a few adjustments with the speed and force of
doing it, I succeeded. It was strangely… fun.
*Noon*
I started
looking over my old journal entries. That whole experience this morning made me
realize that I have changed and not for the better. I always knew I had, but
now the label human doesn't seem like an accurate description of me anymore. When I started
out from the Hill, I was for the most part a pretty well put together person; I
enjoyed nature and just wanted a purpose. Now, I’ve got over 100 murders under
my belt and all this strange stuff keeps happening to me. And what worse, I’ve
become a spectacle, a grand show for a demon, who when I compare her (it) from
my dream to me, we are almost similar. Which makes me even more miserable.
*Afternoon*
I resolved
to put on a solid outer appearance despite this paranoid fear that I feel. I
made four more silencers and then went for a walk. Mike was still working on
that building project with Victor and the twins and I have no clue what he has
planned with it. He wouldn’t tell me. Still, I managed to put on a brave face
and have a conversation with him about the funny aspect of opening up a
survival store when Moses brought up Ann. I left shortly after, not saying
another word. Why can’t people let the name die! They haven’t seen her around so
they automatically assume I should know since she hung around me like a
necklace. If I don’t want to talk about it, they should shut up!
*Later Afternoon*
This isn’t
right. Mike and I went out to test some of the silencers I made today and
yesterday. Early on, he kept talking about Ann; about how quiet and nice she
was and that he hadn’t seen her in a while. I should’ve just told him she
decided to leave or she got bitten and I shoot her. Both of those are
believable and don’t sound insane, but I can just feel that lie coming back to
bite me and everyone else later (quite literally if she enjoys human flesh).
She poses a danger to more than just me. Going into the city since nature was
slowly taking it back anyways, we found a young doe eating a plant that was
growing between the cracks of the road. I intended to kill it with one of the
rifles, but when I pulled the trigger, it backfired and made the top of the
silencer container explode. I didn’t have time to check it out at the time
since the sound brought soulless from all around the area to us, but I
retrieved it when everything calmed down; it was a thick piece of metal that
was shoved in front of the barrel (I’ll admit that I worked on a lot of these
while drowsy and even partially blind, but there is no way that a piece of
metal like that would end up blocking the barrel by accident. I’d never seen it
before in my life). Anyways, Mike and I had to run. He ran down an alleyway and
I jumped on top of a truck. I may have been able to make the jump to grab onto the
side of a building, but I didn’t want to risk it being so far away. The
soulless surrounded the truck, swinging their arms wildly at me, trying to
knock me off. Every so often, one would get up on top with me from the front
hood and I’d stab it through with the machete and kick it away just like
earlier. I didn’t bring much in the way of weapons with me except for a
handgun, my knives and machete, a few grenades, and the rifles (which I chose
not to use at the time for fear they would backfire as well). The noise the
soulless were making, banging their arms against the truck were bringing more
of them. I decided to jump and make a run for it. The alleyway Mike went
through was blocked by soulless in it so I ran down the street slicing and
stabbing anything in my way. A few blocks down, I saw a car that had been
driven through the front display window of a building so I used it as a step to
reach the roof and then jumped to the accompanying building’s roof. I looked
for Mike, but he was nowhere in sight.
Now, as for
that metal piece, someone had to have put it there intentionally. The other
rifles I had with me were ones I recently made (judging from the different
tapes that I used). None of them had anything blocking the barrel except for
one, (a large metal piece just like the other) which I am certain this one was
made yesterday as well. The thought of Ann doing this was believable enough for
me to stop weighing the options and start looking for Mike once the excitement
calmed down.
*Night*
Found Mike
alive, thankfully, but not in the best of shape. I was tempted to believe he
went back to base, but I wanted to be sure he was all right. Building after
building I searched. I found a small journal on the floor of a house
(strangely, it was the only door I had to break down due to it being locked).
After carefully disposing of the soulless that heard the commotion, I began
leafing through it and it seemed to be Mike’s. I never saw his handwriting
before, but it mentioned Julie, Victor, and me so I’m certain it is his. There
was no sign of him there. I ended up finding him in a more menacing position.
Near the city hall for this particular city was a flagpole. I have no idea what
flags were hung there when civilization was bustling, but even in the distance,
a dark red flag against the pale moonlight looked peculiarly odd. At its top, I
saw Mike tied by his arms to the rope that held the flag up. Blood dripped down
from his shoes as his body swayed in the wind with the flag. It took a little
maneuvering to lower him down, but he made it to the ground safely. He was
unconscious when I found him. The area where his wrists had been tied was
rope-burned and near white from the lack of blood flow. There was a small mark
on his neck, the kind that you’d receive from getting an injection. A section
of his leg had been carved out like the inside of a canoe (I’m inclined to
believe after looking at the flag closely that it was colored with his blood using
that spot in his leg.). I carried him to the roof of city hall and wrapped up
his wounds with pieces of the red flag, as I didn’t have a medical kit on me. I’m
going to wait a while and hope that he wakes up so I can take him back to base.
If he doesn’t before dawn, I’ll carry him back myself though it would leave
both of us vulnerable. This is Ann’s doing. I’ve never been so certain of
anything in my life. I don’t understand why she would do this to him, but it
must be her, especially after finding the words carved into Mike’s back, “watch
and be watched”.
- Jack’s Diary
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