I'm safe for now

I can't say much because they might find us.

But the compound's safe. I know that much.

Shit the internet's about to go out. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

A Human Threat

I just spent all morning hiding under a loose floorboard.
why?
fucking estate agents.
If any of them find out I'm here, it's bye, bye for me. I might have to move soon. London was probably a bad idea, in hindsight...not vary many places to sleep around here, whereas in the country you can fairly comfortably steal a tent and live in that for a while.
then again, I fucking hate camping...and They seem to not like it around here (or at least I've not seen them around recently)

Finally found a decent place to stay

A nice currently empty home next to an internet cafe.

Stable internet.

This is good.

I must hug it.

I...just saw what happened to Casey.
Shit.
What the fuck happened?



well...if you're even alive...I hope you're happy.

On the road

Well...Cycle paths mostly.

I've managed to stay with friends for a few days, claiming that my grandparents were called away on urgent business....but it got the the point where I had no choice but to go back to the house, find as many credit and debit cards as I possibly can and get hold of some cash. I'm heading out towards london right now. I don't know what I'm going to do when I get there, but it feels like a good starting point for whatever it is I'm going to do. I've only had minor encounters since I made my way to london. The more urbanised the area the less frequent the sightings of the CumGuzzler (see what I did there?) are becoming. Usually I just see him lurking in trees or whatever...but last night he approached me by the side of a main road, begging for forgiveness again. I just got back on my bike and sped on, trying not to cry. It doesn't matter that he didn't do it...it's what he did afterwards that makes it unbearable to look at it. I used to feel sorry for that monster sometimes. I used to pity that fucking thing.

I'll try and update when I get to London. Sorry for my absence. 

I should probably explain

You know...rather than posting psychotic gibberish.

I don't even know why I posted it. I just needed to vent, I guess.

My grandparents are gone. The tall one tore them apart before my very eyes and then when he left the seedeater ate them while begging for forgiveness. I don't want to further discuss the matter. 

I'm not staying much longer. I'll try and keep you updated but I dont know if I'm going to have consistent internet.

there's nothing left for me here. if anything, it's dangerous to stay. the blood and silence from my grandparents will get noticed sooner or later. 

tendrils

tearing, ripping, rending

blood, muscle, sinews, bone all gone all scattered all broken all torn

it TORE THEM APART before my eyes. there is a PRICE to pay for PROTECTION it seems. all was red. the room, the floor, the forest. it flung them like they were nothing but the merest speck of dust on the chessboard.

then he came and he feasted off what he could find and he growled and he moaned and he pleaded for forgiveness but I didn't care I didn't listen I was hollow all is hollow 

oh god what do I do

where do I go?