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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Quick Update

Not much battery left, so I'll just update you guys real quick while we wait for the bus.
dontwalkintothesnare
As you might imagine, Jessica is in big trouble. I've finally given in to Surge and agreed to take her to a hospital to get proper treatment. Guess that journal gave me some hope that we can pull this off. Hopefully I'll be able to post more once we get there, since I won't be moving locations every other day. Until next time.

Ultimatum

The future does ------------, the future has -----------. The world ended on December ----, 201-, it will happen, ---------------------------. The date is etched in stone. If you will not do what is necessary, --------------------------------------------. We will not allow -----------------------, to allow -----------------------------------------------. You live on borrowed time, ---------------.

And we will not rest until you have -------------------------------------.

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Small Comfort

Meant to post yesterday, but the power went out in our hotel. Jessica is doing poorly, but I've already made that clear in my last post.

Instead, I want to note that I found my father's journal in my coat pocket two days ago. I am dead certain that it wasn't in there when I left the house. What's more? There was a trail of water leading in, but not out, of the window the morning I discovered it. The trail leads into a nearby wall. I'm on the fifth story of this hotel, on a corner room, and there are no ladders or ledges one could use to scale the heights. I can't help but be reminded of the commotion and the footprints in the house last Spring.
andheshallwalkunseenwhentheworldrenewsitself
At first I was a little alarmed by this, but now, I'm... strangely conforted. After all, if there's one or more malevolent supernatural entities, then it stand to reason that there's one or more benovolent supernatural entities as well. Someone or something thinks that Walking Beneath the Sky is going to help, and while we could've used some of the meds from the house too, I'm glad that I have a new goal to work towards, and not just focus on running and staying strong for Jessica.

New Year, New Problems

Hope you all are someplace warm, cause the world is a cold, cold place this time of year. The three of us have been on the move since the twenty-fourth, and I hate to admit it, but I've really found myself a little homesick. The more I replay the encounter in my mind, the more I realize that I can't go back.

That's a big problem, because all of the meds and equipment we were using to treat Jessica are back at the house, and she's relapsing at an alarming rate. I keep telling her that I'll figure something out (its hard to tell her why we aren't going back without mentioning our tall friend), but I'm starting to worry: What happens if she dies now? Will the world end anyway? That thing wanted her, so I assume she has something to do keeping him in check or something.

Speaking of, one blessing is the lack of you-know-who, although I keep peeking out of hotel windows and checking behind doors expecting to see it. I doubt the creature in the attic did little to slow it down, and I suspect it'll be back on our trail before long.