[Someone loaded up on black muscle tees and fabric paint. That someone is Travis. He's laboring over one right now, but there are others hanging in the background, with phrases like 'ROCK STAR' and 'CALIFORNIA DREAMS' and 'HANDKERCHIEF' written on them.]Straight up - quit focusing on that rotting flesh for now. We've already all had our eyes ( Read more... )

 [When the screen flickers to life, there's Monk - twitching quite a bit and standing in the S-Mart. His voice is strained, and something's...not quite right about his smile.]

Hey. Everyone. I'm just...just letting you all know. My address is different now. My old house was...there was...something...wrong with it. I. Can't live there anymore. So now ( Read more... )

 [The phone call happens abruptly, reaching everyone's phone in the evening. The sounds coming over the call are muffled - the rustling of fabric and the desperate panting of a running man.]

OH GOD! OH GOD! HELP ME - NATALIE - SOMEONE - HELP ME!

[Too soon, the reason for his fright becomes readily apparent...a chilling cackle sounds over the line, ( Read more... )

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