My World Is Crashing Around Me


 * For those of you keeping track, Allyson has been living with me for
 * the past week. And while I should be dancing in the streets for joy,
 * it’s actually been just one nightmare after another. Everything you
 * are about to read is true, as horrific as it may sound. And no, the
 * fact that I’m making this post on Friday the 13th is not lost on me.


 * They were building some type of scaffolding/platform in the assembly
 * place where the man with the sunglasses and megaphone delivers
 * hate-filled tirades almost daily. I couldn’t figure out what it was for
 * until one day they dragged one of us up there. (When I say “they,” I’m
 * talking about anyone in Kijuju who has the crazed look of a rabid
 * wolverine in their eyes. “Us” refers to anyone like me who still thinks,
 * looks, and acts like a normal person, someone who is just confused by
 * the madness gripping Kijuju.) That poor man; he struggled to free
 * himself from the horde as they dragged him to the top of the
 * scaffolding. Two men held him down at the top, and then the largest
 * mountain of a man I’ve ever seen walks up out of nowhere carrying an
 * ax the size of a small car! He had a black sack or hood covering his
 * head, and just looking at him filled me with dread. I felt my legs go
 * weak. I knew by the pit in my stomach what that ax was for. This was
 * an execution. I turned away from the scene just as that giant beast
 * started to swing his ax into the air. There was a moment of silence
 * (maybe I imagined it), and then a hard THUD. I knew it was over when
 * I heard the mob’s wild shouts start up again. I looked back and saw
 * the decapitated head roll down to the bottom of the scaffolding. At
 * that point my legs gave out and I just collapsed on the floor. Allyson
 * ran over to me. She tried to look outside to see what had given me
 * such a fright, but I pulled her away from the window. There’s no need
 * for her to see that.


 * When I have dared to venture outside, usually after the mob in the
 * square has dispersed, the only people I see are “them.” They walk
 * listlessly, without much vigor, but their eyes... their eyes are filled
 * with what I can only describe as rage. They stare me down something
 * fierce every time I pass them. I can feel them drilling holes into the
 * back of my head. Everywhere I go, I know their eyes are on me. That’s
 * why I tell Allyson to stay indoors as much as possible. It’s not safe for
 * her.


 * The people are no longer the only oddities around here. Every other
 * wall is covered with graffiti, usually the same one or two words
 * written over and over again. Animal corpses that have been savagely
 * ripped apart are so common that it’s become impossible to walk
 * without tripping over a rotting carcass. I’m pretty sure that some of
 * the body parts I’ve seen were human, but I didn’t want to get close
 * enough to find out.


 * One day I saw someone being dragged behind a building. He was
 * struggling to escape, but the man who was dragging him was too
 * powerful. I half wanted to know what was going on, half wanted to just
 * ignore it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t leave well enough alone, so I
 * carefully made my way toward the alley where the two men
 * disappeared. When will I learn to stop letting my curiosity get the
 * better of me? There was blood all over the walls and it looked like the
 * stronger man was eating the weaker one. I’m not sure if that‘s what I
 * saw, but it looked like his head was wrapped around the other man’s. I
 * just ran from there as fast as I could.


 * I saw a group of people kicking something in a large burlap sack, just
 * like the ones that they set on fire a few weeks back. When I passed
 * near them, they stopped kicking it and just stared me down. I could
 * have sworn the sack was moving. Was there some kind of animal in
 * there... or was it a human?


 * I also saw someone throw a human corpse down a well. Then there’s
 * this crazy guy running a food stall who just waved his carving knife
 * around wildly. It looked like he was selling intestines or some
 * paste-like substance. I almost vomited in my mouth when I saw it.


 * The weirdest thing I've laid eyes upon recently has to be the dog I saw
 * with some leeches or tentacles on his face. I don't know if it was sick
 * or had gotten infected by a parasite, but it was the strangest thing I've
 * ever seen. When the dog looked at it me, it growled, and all the
 * tentacles stood on end before it ran off. Don't ask me to explain it,
 * because I don't know what it was.


 * As I type this they’re dragging another one of us up the scaffolding.
 * What the hell is wrong with this place!? What the hell is going on!? If
 * there’s anyone out there who can help me and Allyson, please come
 * and save us! Anyone! Please hurry!