Thursday, September 1, 2011

Ticking (12)

The city walls crumbled down today.

Nat and I sat on his bed, just chatting away about what life would have been like if we hadn't of ever met Peter Rivers, when we hear a loud bang, like an explosion. We look outside, and surprise, the city is changing itself again, morphing the buildings into the ground below us.

Nat is ecstastic; me, not so much. I knew this could have been a trap to lure us out.

But I was wrong...they didn't want "us."

Assuming we were about to make our great escape, we tried to take Brian with us.

The problem was....Brian's not normal. He wasn't asleep. When we approached him down stairs, he was all ready sitting up, and looking at us with curious, thoughtful, malicious eyes.

Brian was hungry. He wanted to EAT.

We knew there was something just plain wrong with our friend.

We could feel it.

Nat lost his nerves when Brian started to chase him. On a normal day, Nat would have stayed and gotten his ass kicked in a vain attempt to settle an arguement. Not today. Nat ran out of the house, with Brian silently following him.

I was too slow. I should have tackled Brian. I should have moved.

But my feet stay plastered to the ground, and now Nat's run off somewhere in the city...

He's probably dead...

I think this will be the last time anyone updates this blog. So, I'll fill you in on my famous last words...

Fuck you, Peter Rivers. Fuck you, Lonely Hearts Club. Fuck you, Fears.

Fuck you, Fred.

yeah, Fred's real. Fuck yeah he is.

He betrayed us. That bastard...he's the one who led us to the bus..

He's behind the Deathwatches.

And yeah, those Deathwatches...the ticking

The ticking's unbearable...

I can hear nothing but ticking now...

...anyways...I should go now..

Into the city.

I don't know what I'll find...

but I'm making damn sure this experiment...

it will never happen to anyone again.

This is for Rob, Max, Dannyboy, old Brian, and Nat..

I love you, guys.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Ticking (11)

Tim here.

I don't want to have to tell you this, but...
Max is dead now.

.....He was killed by a dead man.

You see, this is what happened;

We were eating dinner, and I was trying to give them survival tips.

The first goddamn thing I said was "Do not go anywhere alone."

Guess what Max did.

He went alone up the stairs to use the bathroom.

The next thing Nat and I knew, two loud crashing thumps could be heard, and a scream. The scream wasn't from Max. That was 100% Daniel. We rushed up the stairs as fast as we could, and found the door to Daniel's room splintered to pieces.

Inside of the room lay Max, covered in blood that was oozing from both sides of his face, was laughing.

" sure got me! hahahahah!"

The zombie stood over Max, and slowly said,

"Embrace the Archangel. Embrace it."

Max grinned.

"You think I'd come upstairs unprepared....."

A kitchen knife slashed Daniel's throat open, and Max laughed his ass off.

Moving the body off of him, and wiping the blood off the center of his face, Max called Nat and I over.

"Guys....I'm sorry..if I was a bit...rude, yknow?...Uhhh..I have to go now..but guys...listen...the Deathwatches..they've stopped, guys! They've fina-"

Max died trying to finish what he started.

We're glad we didn't have to tell him the truth.

The Deathwatches didn't stop...his ears had just been sliced off.

I don't know what to do next.

Three down, two to go.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Ticking (10)

Hello, fellow bloggers.

This is Tim. You may know me as the asshole that betrayed his friends, right?

I'm here to set the record straight...I didn't leave them willingly. Trust me.

I had to leave...I had to find answers.

And I found some alright.

I killed one of those Agents Peter was related to, and got my hands on some inportant info.

We're being experimented on.This is a mutual demonstration between the "Fears", as Peter calls them, and that Club Band thing. It's a survival test. They want to see how long until we are killed.

But I've found a way out. A weak point. Another door.

I don't know just appeared to me one day. And ever since, I've been lurking these city streets.

To my friends, they haven't seen me in two weeks, I think.

But to me,...I haven't seen them in months. Almost half a year, in fact.

I just kept running, and now I know a few parts of this place.

Of course, it's always changing, so in reality, I know nothing at all.

That fucker Peter. He's on The Fears' side. He's watching me blog this right now...hahahahahah

aren't you!? huh!?

I'll get you for killing my friends, Rob and Daniel!
the ticking's getting faster



like a heartbeat

like the drum of a heartbeat.

the deathwatches...I will drown them in water

drown out their sound

Monday, August 29, 2011

Ticking (9)

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Nat here.

Hickory dickory dot, the mouse ran up the clock.

I had a dream last night. Or, you could call it a nightmare.

Some person named BReather tried to tell me about something. We were in the middle of a rumbling storm, and he was shouting something. I don't recall what, but it was pretty damn important. Finally, when he got the point across, he pushed me into a humongous chasm.

I started to fall, and fall, and fall, for what seemed like forever.

Finally, I reached the bottom of the hole and hit the ground.

I wasn't hurt. This was a dream/nightmare.

But something was awake inside of the chasm. A monster.

And then I wo


guys, tim's back

outside the window, I swear!

lemme go tell Max

Tim's in the house.

He's gonna tell us what happened later.

First, he wants to sleep.



hes saying..something. Words are garbled.

went back to sleep. guess he was just excited

Tim's listening to the Deathwatches

he can hear them too

he has this look about him

his brown hair is burnt a bit at the fringe, there;s a fresh cut on his cheek...

what happened to you, Tim?

we'll blog again when the blog cals for it

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Ticking (8)

Hello. This is Max...the "jock".

I owe it to you guys to notify you...of what happened to my best friendd, Rob. While he was typing this, you see, Rob started to convulse. His chest started swelling to some enormous size, and feathers poked out of his mouth. Soon, his body was ripping apart.

His blood and the remainding parts of Rob's body have now ruined my prized couch...the very couch we had taken four days of hillarious misadventures to acquire. The carpet's also ruined.

o, I almost forgot to el you about the birds.

The birds that were ripping theirselves out of Rob's torso

they kept twirping,...they just would not stop.

I watched the light go out of Rob's eyes. His last words were;

Tweet. Tweet. My beak is ever so sharp....
i dont know whatthatmeant.

The birds disapeared...I think...I don't remember where they went, actually.

 Wahat's happening>

Why is it happening to us?


moving out of this room

Nat's whimpering in the closert I need to go comfort the kidd

comforted him, he's fine, I guess. Not crying anymore, at least.

Panicked. I sent emails to all of my friends.

No one has replied back....

all my friemds on facebook...have changed their pics

they're all shadow people, for some reason

if only Tim was ere...he was the leader of the groupo, really he'd know what to do

the rest of the internet hardly results load on google

not evenn for porn man


sorry, had to be a little lighthearted thee

i miss the tall man. at least he didnt kill us

bet all he wanteed to do was give us a guh

yes im drinking right now whjy do you ask nat

okay bedtime sorry

before i go i havbe tom ention

I hear it too.

The Deathwatches, as Stephen King called it in that novel Insomnia.

It won't stop.

I want to cut my ears off.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Ticking (7)

I feel weird.

I feel like whistling. I feel like...

I dunno.

Can't stop looking at the sky....and my fingers...they've gone numb...

Rumbling in my throat...

Brian's staring at me funny as I write this

finger...his fingers are mocking my typing

i can hear them



claws claws claws caws caws caws

ravens, blackbirds, eagles, firebirds, phoenixes

inside of me

a nest

somehow reached inside

when did i agree to this?

uhgggg I feel like my insides are about to implode

Nat's asking if I'm alright

I'm alirhgt, I'mfgsfdgfh

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Ticking (6)

My memory is fucked up beyond repair. I keep remembering a friend named Fred fixing up that bus, but I also don't remember him doing that. Like, listen; there's two memory lines in my head.

 (They're parallel.)

When I think of that time, I see both of the lines at the same time.

It's very confusing.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

Brian hasn't been the same since yesterday night (?) I think. It's always dark here.

We were eating our small dinners when Brian gets up and fixes himself a glass of water. Somehow. Even though the house isn't connected to the original lay of land anymore, the plumbing in the house still works. After he drinks it...he...he started to act dumb. He couldn't lift his fork, couldn't chew his food...we had to pick the dude up and carry him to the couch, where he slipped into unconsciousness.

He hasn't woke up since.

Max and Nat won't stop fighting. Aghhh.

and the ticking...louder....

oh! Almost forgot to say...

The phones are working somehow.

But..the only thing that can be heard, instead of a dial tone

are birds. Endless chirps from an endless amount of birds, tweeting.

...hahaha tweeting...twitter...ha