Mark if you're alright contact Cenobia immediately.

-Quinn

Going.

Erik is gone, yes. He's gone back. I think he wants to understand as bad as I do... but I can't muster up strength to care too much.

If anyone's reading this and wondering why we haven't posted in a long time, there's simply no one with access to this who has the heart to keep posting. We are our own wardens. I used to think that Matt and Quinn knew something and all the time they spent holed up in a room together talking was some kind of planning. Then I listened in. It's all a bunch of bullshit guesses, one after another, theories, stories. They talk about videos, text that talk about It. They talk about every little detail, every word said, every breath  drawn by those that It harasses.

They know absolutely nothing.

No one knows anything about It.

As a result, there's nothing to talk about. We are shells masquerading as people because we do nothing when we pretend to be doing something. We're not hiding to learn how to fight this thing, we're hiding only to save our own skins.

We have electricity and internet again and it was kinda starting to feel comfortable without it. We aren't supposed to leave. Quinn says that we should make no mistake: we are in hiding. Even so I don't know if I want to be in hiding. That's why I went out yesterday and missed the power and internet coming back on. I spent a normal day out there. Even Matt was pissed at me but I don't care. I think we've been relatively comfortable. I mean, despite going nearly stir crazy. Matt and Alex got into a kind of ugly fist fight but it wore itself down. I think both of them wanted to be hitting someone else.

I haven't learned anything more about Erik than last time I posted. Whoever was sneaking around our old place hasn't been seen since, well, Kirk.

I found a few things while I was out, someone was moving into a place a few blocks away but the apartment was so small they couldn't bring everything. It's not much, some towels, some blankets and an old saxophone that neither Alex or I know how to play... but it looks pretty. I was surprised they'd give it away you would think it wouldn't take up much room in a closet, after all. There were a couple old books in it that I think I'm going to read.

I think I want to play music again though. None of us have done it since before we left Jersey.  

Christ. I don't know how that asshole did it but our internet is running again. He even got the electricity back up. I wonder if he threatens people, sometimes, the way he gets what he wants done. Expect Cen to post a little something tomorrow telling what's been going on. She's had particularly long day today, after all its been a long time since any of us have been out and about and where we are... well let's just say it's really crowded out there.

Alex

Quinn came back last night. Don't know where he was until that. I watched Mark's new video, the one Quinn was in. He acts just like that all the time. I hate how calm he is. Does he have feelings? Was he always like that?

Looks like Mark is sort of having a bad time of it. So am I though so I guess I understand.

I'm not the only one. Alex is getting frustrated too and we've found that Erik is a really nice person except that he doesn't want to talk about that last video he uploaded to his channel over at project croatan. He'll talk about anything else though almost.

Thing is we're all getting restless.

Quinn left last night. No clue why. He left a note saying he'd be back.

Cen's still... a bit out of it.
-Alex 

I had a dream about it again last night… and I was kneeling in blood over what looked just  like a warm hunk of meat. I was trying not to gag because the damage seemed inhuman. The throat had been cleanly cut… and I knew somehow that whoever had done that had not done the rest. The flesh of his stomach was not cleanly cut, it was torn down the middle up to the neck . I’ve never seen the insides of a human body before. I never ever ever want to again. The skin along the stomach was weird… it looked burnt almost. The wound on the neck looked nothing like that. Whoever killed him didn’t do the rest of it.

And now the mental image is even in my dreams.

Kirk is gone but whoever or whatever did this to him… I’m not stupid enough to think they are too.  Quinn took a look at the body and ran into the bathroom and threw up, I could hear it hitting the toilet bowl and the bathroom floor as he stumbled over himself to get inside. I could barely keep it down before, with that added on I ended up having to make myself stop breathing for a few seconds.

Quinn and I only talked for more than a few seconds that very night. He didn’t get close to the body but he showed me things. Parts of Kirk are gone. His lungs and part of his large intestines… it was almost like a surgical procedure except that there is nothing medical or helpful about it.

Do you know what was the weirdest? As we were covering him and getting ready to run to our bags, I thought I heard his voice.

But it’s impossible. He couldn’t have been breathing.

Kirk is gone and I never  got to know him.

I thought I saw a shadow running away from the scene but Quinn says it would have taken any person some time to do and there was no blood leading away. Maybe that suited bastard did it.

It’s weird… Quinn’s angry at the world, Matt is ignoring everything that happened, Alex is tired, I’m tired but Erik is in a good mood. I was worried and a bit scared  at first until I saw that he’d finally uploaded his video. That makes more sense… it’s relief.

I’m still going to ask him about the shadow… tomorrow.

Tonight… I don’t want to talk to anyone.

Vaya con dios,  Kirk.