*Morning*
We’re on a
dirt road headed toward a town or something. Something that has buildings. I’m
not really paying that much attention to the where so much as how we’re getting
there. I’m looking forward to walking on solid asphalt and cement again.
*Noon*
That stupid
fog just had to roll in again. We can’t see more than 10 feet in front of us,
but Mike’s pretty sure we’re still headed toward our destination (I was more concerned with what will come out of the fog than us going into it). It’s like
we’re in a Silent Hill game. Every so often, soulless would wander into our path
and we’d beat them to death, or back to death, instead of shooting as to not
attract more. At least there weren't a whole swarm of them. What’s worse though, there’s something very eerie about the silence that
came with the fog. There are no animals making noises, not even birds chirping or the sound of crickets. I don’t get scared too often anymore, but this sure is
bringing me close to that point.
*Afternoon*
The fog
cleared up enough to where it was only like smoke hanging on the air. Near the end,
I could’ve sworn I saw someone in the distance. I even asked the others to
verify, but they didn’t see it. Am I hallucinating? I hope so.
We’re
getting closer. By tomorrow, we will have reached the town or city.
*Evening*
Mike’s
looking for a spot for us to stop for the night. I must say, other than the
creepy fog, I feel more peaceful though I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t
anything bothering me. I don’t feel like writing it all down again.
I do
remember considering a while back splitting from the group. I can’t let that
slip my mind, not after the horror I brought along with me. I guess when you
think about it, when I joined up with Mike, I brought along my baggage and made
them help carry it. That’s not right. As much as I’d like to stay, perhaps they’d
be better off without a murderer. It appears I’ll have some thinking to do
before we reach the town tomorrow.
- Jack’s Diary
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