You know that you have seen this all before; this yellow brick road and its apple trees. The Close, The Close. Carry on with your lives. I had to tell Emily a couple of days sago. There was no way I could keep covering it up. The Lamb and the Dragon.

Two runners, finding their way home. Thursday, 1 December 2011. First written on the 22nd of July 2011. I just wanted to say thank you I guess. These messages are from the both of us.

The past is filled with pain and suffering, but all is well if you have fun living. Friday, October 7, 2011. I doubt this will ever be seen by anyone. Some things must be said before the end. I will miss you so much. I am so sorry I could not come back to KILL your buddies Greenie and Forgie. Maybe the next guy will. In any case, I hope Bigfoot eats your soul or something. Your Boyfriend is as good .

Do not toy with fire. Unless you know that you are learning. Because the only true way forwards. Is when your world is burning. He tries to make another break for it, darting to one side. In a blink, the monster adjusts. He skids to a halt and moves back in the other direction. I have enough of an angle of vision to see him grin. Confidence? I fucking DARE YOU! Have you figured it out? His voice was strained.

Sunday, April 1, 2012. The morning of her death, she met with Spencer Fitzgerald. As the two had previously arranged. Spencer brought some herbs that were allegedly for healing her arm but were maybe just some homeopathic bullshit or a complete lie. The squad following her fl.

I just deliver the news. Sunday, March 30, 2014.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Sounds of gunshots followed by yelling in the background, unable to pick up words. heavy breathing and footsteps pounding against wet pavement. loud crash and more gunshots before what is presumably a door being shut and locked followed by several minutes of white noise interspersed with garbled unintelligible sounds. Those motherfuckers herded me into a dead-end.

You need something delivered, but are being stalked by. We are good at Running and like money. Elementary, my dear Watson! Tuesday, 10 April 2012. Shape without form, Shade without colour,. This will be my last post. Like nothing had ever changed.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012. I Am True to My Word. Will I remember it? Will the dreams be filled with the memories I have created these past few days? The emotional exhaustion. I am even having some memory issues again. This was Pure Joy for me. I feel compelled to finish this. Find the one who specifically ordered the Killteams to hunt us. The Joy may begin anew. Monday, August 27, 2012. I Think I lost my trai.