The Days Are Getting Longer

Well, like everybody else, I haven't been around much, but I am indeed alive. Right now the only contact I've had with anyone is Luka and Uzuki - and so far those two are the only ones I have. Luka is . . . fine, and so am I. Michael has disappeared. I still can't believe what happened; I still can't believe he was working with them all this time. But I guess I can't really trust anybody now that I'm on the run. I'm surprised I'm even still alive right now.

I've been on the search for the houses, but still no luck. I want to find them, but there's still a part of me that doesn't want anything to do with them - a part of me that feels I'll just get attacked again if I go there. And I'd rather not give Him any more excuses to catch me and rip apart any more of my limbs.

Yes, I've been injured, but just a little bit. Mostly cuts and bruises. He still insists on playing with me, but personally, I wish he would just kill me quickly and put me out of my misery. But I guess that's what He does - He plays with you until either He gets bored, or his victim takes himself out.

Hopefully I'll be able to keep you all in the loop a bit more often. I know it's been a while since I last posted - it takes a lot for me to just sit down and type out my feelings like this, especially when I could be killed any second. I'm hoping to get into contact with any other runners I can find, any other runners I can actually trust.

But I guess that's a bit of a crazy request at this point.

Stay safe out there, everyone. And as a good friend of mine always says, "Peace be with you, until we meet again."

-HȺLLØWED

I'm Alive . . . For Some Reason.

So many things have happened over the past few months. I'm starving, I haven't slept in weeks, and I've lost complete contact of Michael and Luka. The only person I've been in contact with over these past several months is UZUKI, who has fortunately been kind enough to stick around to help me out in my time of need.
I'm still on the run, but He hasn't been bothering me as often. It's almost like He's getting bored of me . . . but it's highly unlikely that He's going to stop chasing me anytime soon.
Anyway, I'm doing fine. My memory is a little hazy, but I've been getting the pieces back together bit by bit. I don't really know where I am right now, but I'm keeping an eye out for any sign of civilization or major city. Hopefully I'll find some other runners - of course, I can't just go asking people about Him.
Either way, I've been able to stay alive, which I'm grateful for.
Oh, you know what's interesting?
I think I ran into Tim the other day. You know, Tim from MarbleHornets. I didn't talk to him, but I swear I saw him walking down the street. I wanted to walk up to him, but I didn't. I know Tim probably isn't the safest person to talk to right now, especially considering his mental history.
That's all for now. I'm heading off. Hopefully I can post again soon.