Wednesday, 1 June 2011

I'm at a friend's house right now. He's trying to talk me around to calling to the police, but I have no reason to believe that a detective down the station has even the faintest idea how to deal with Daddy right now. At least, I think that's what he's saying, I'm not listening at all.

They're all disappearing. Dropping like flies. Halderman, he was found in an alleyway, limbs stretched out, innards torn up, two nights ago. DCI. Duncan is gone. No-one knows where. A lab tech at the police station has recently been committed to a mental asylum after stabbing his wife. He said he wanted to "save her from him." Everything's going to shit, and I'm next on the shit-list.

I keep looking out the window, searching. Nothing.

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