I'M ALIVE.

And I'm so frickin' sorry. My journal died around about the third plague and it's just now working again. Just tell me you're okay and you're still alive. I'm panicking over here.

And now Janine is dead.

And the water is all blood now and the smell is, like, insane, but, more importantly, Janine is dead.

I HATE THIS CITY.

I feel like I just watched the world's worst snuff film.

GOOD MORNING, VIETNAM!

Or, hey, Chicago. Same difference, right?

And this has been a test of the Emergency Journal Shifting Protocol. Feel free to go about your business, gentle citizens. 

Somewhere between Fresno and LA, the CB radio in Aaron's El Camino went off, broadcasting what amounted to Longshot (otherwise known as cousin Teddy Barnam)'s dramatic reading of something that's been circulating through every bit of Barnam communicative technology for the past week. At first it made him laugh, because... It fucking had to be a ( Read more... )