Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Things are going downhill fast.

Zach's dead.
Nothing like plainly stating the obvious to get a point across.

Now there’s no reason for you to believe me, is there? No reason for you to stop and wait and look and actually give a flying fuck about what’s happening, but Suze is in shock and everyone else isn’t in the mood to update this thing. In the meantime, the blog is going haywire, all out technology is fizzing out, and Bri is sitting here on her admin account, deperately trying to sort everything out.

It started early in the morning. We hadn't seen some people in twelve hours, but figured they were drunk or high or passed out in some ditch or worse. And to be honest? We didn’t really care. Hayden insisted we search for them until Zach and I set out to find some answers.

Well, we found them alright.


And Zach just... fell over, like he had passed out. There was a ten inch boxcutter sticking out of his back.

People started to scream then. Some still haven't stopped, and I’m left here debating whether I should go try to collect Zach’s body.

God, if they could just shut up.

Zach is dead. We know this. But here’s the thing; he was the strongest and best suited out of all of us. He JUST came out of the army and was no weakling. Played videogames like a modern Adonis and could break your fingers by accident.

Somehow, he was caught by surprise.

And I’m not going to just sit here and wait for other bodies to fall into my lap.

I’m Lyle.

Nice to meet you.

Hopefully I won’t be dead by tomorrow morning.


  1. Shut up your philoso-shit. If you want to tell them all so much, YOU post. It's not my job to tell them who's dead. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go stand watch.

  2. DABDA.

    I see you've skipped Denial and gone straight to Anger.

    Get off the blog, Lyle. I know you're reading Zach's posts and it's only going to make you feel worse.

  3. ...
    is your browser acting up too?
    Fucking hell.

    I'll check back in the morning.