Blackout

Good to hear you're safe Surge; you too Jessica.

So I read your post, then checked the posts you mentioned. Then I checked the entire archives just to be sure that I didn't miss anything. In addition to those blacked out posts, there's also a couple from the 70's. I can't help but think whoever it was that posted the invisible posts did the latter ones as well. As for the barely legible ones, yah, I kinda already figured out that someone is after me. Your post says that I up and left the hospital, but that's just not true. Thing is, I woke up in a ditch on the side of the road today. In my pocket was a note that simply said 'They are watching'. Wierd thing is? The note was in my handwriting. I don't remember writing it, but by now I've already lost huge chunks of time, and I'm tired of noting whenever something weird happens.

TLDR, I'm not going back to the hospital (not that it sounds like you really need it Surge). In fact, I've decided not to return to the city altogether. That's right, I'm going dark. Total blackout. Endo communicato. Let's see this shadowy group track me down without directions.

First Post

     Hello; followers of this blog may know me by the nickname 'Surge'. Jessica and I are alright, though unlike K we have chosen to remain in an undisclosed location. I did briefly contact the hospital K said he was staying at, but I was informed that he'd gone out on break and hadn't returned for two days. warningsunwrittenwordsunsaid
     K, if you read this, don't return to the hospital. Whoever wrote the redacted posts wants you dead. I'll think of someway to sneak a message by them, I promise.

The Intern

I'm not quite sure how, but I managed to land a part-time 'internship' at a local hospital after a doctor confirmed that I had indeed fractured my leg. I told him about the crash and the guy let me stay in an unused bed, in exchange for helping him with some research on traumatic memory loss. I don't have any memory loss, and I feel rotten about lying to him, but I'm desperate here. I was even gonna try and help out a bit before I caught something in one of the wards and had to be bedded (except for updates on the public terminal downstairs). Don't know what it is that I caught, but it feels like my bones are smoldering, and I'm vomiting every other hour.

Surge, Jess, if you're reading this, I'm miserable, but still alive. I'm at the Dethholm Intercity Clinic.
Come and find me if you can. thewallshaveearsthewallshaveeyes

The Crash

We never made it to the hospital. About five minutes out, our bus was blindsided by an unmarked van. I woke up two days ago in an abandoned barn on the outskirts of the city I'm currently residing in. My pockets had been emptied and there was no sign of Surge and Jessica. Took me forever to track down a public library to get in an extra update on my situation.

I'm still alive, but I don't know for how long. I've got no money, no place to go, and my left leg might be fractured from the crash (it hurts when I stand or walk for more than five minutes at a time). I've tried looking for a way to make a bit of cash; but you all know how hard that is right now.

 I have to assume that Jessica is safe at least, because the sky isn't on fire. Hopefully that means that Surge is all right too.

Ignorance with Death

You have ignored our final warning. Judgment will be swift and -------. The ----- is ours; your interference has not changed that, because the ------ will not change. Whether the ---- wins or not is none of our concern. Even ---- must one day succumb to ----.

You have ignored our final warning. Prepare for death.

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