I went to my friend’s house Sunday afternoon, after my landlord tried to eat me; the old lady was slow so I got away. My friends were already gone. Their minivan was gone, though, so that’s a good sign. After that I tried work, but it was closed, nobody there, even though we’re open on Sundays. I saw one of our regulars in the parking lot, looked like he was eating somebody laying between two cars. There was no one at my folks house either, but the truck was gone.
Living through this will really suck if I’m all alone.
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