Kathleen heard someone. Something about...a confessional? What, like spilling your guts out to the camera? I mean....why? Well...one person is leaving this death arena. I suppose...it would be a good time to start getting stuff off her chest. But what? What could she possible get off her chest? Out ...

"You're good though, right?"

John looked back up at the new person.

"Right?" They suddenly looked a bit more worried.

((Kathleen Vozelnik continued from, well, somewhere on some road.)) She was calm. All was calm. All was fine. Everything is fine, and all manner of things will be fine. See? Look how fine she looked? Kathleen walked into the scene from - a direction. One of them. She looked pale. Disgustingly pale. ...

"My...deal..? I'm cold, I have a shovel, and all my acquaintances seem to leave right as I meet them!" they called.

John couldn't help but sound a tiny bit sarcastic when they said, "So, I guess it's just my own fault!"

"...Shit, man."

((Kathleen finally found an exit to the facility)) Somehow Kathleen found herself walking down from the research facility. Her head was still in the clouds, but Kathleen knew how to come down. She took in the forest surrounding the road. Just her, the trees, and the road. Nobody else. She breathed i...

And nobody called back. It really did seem like EVERYBODY was an asshole. Perhaps against their better judgement, John continued his slow-ish walk towards the group. Maybe it was more out of slight desperation - big groups mean possibly less deaths and more protection. Strength in numbers, right? An...

Kathleen wanted to throw up. But nothing ever came. Not even a dry heave. Not one little cough or gag, just the white skin becoming whiter and her eyes glazing over. It was like the worst dissociative episode. She didn't even register Mildred leaving. At this point, Kathleen had been hit with a bric...

((Following a long day, and cold, day alone, John stumbles upon a new set of people. Minecraft time?)) It was cold, but honestly, John quite liked colder weather. It reminded them of being in the Boy Scouts as a kid, way before they realized their own gender (or perhaps, lack thereof, John is always...

((Kathleen continued from a REALLY bad trip.))

Kathleen practically ran in, her breath heavy. She looked to her friends, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

"Guys - fuckin' - warn me next time you start running."

She looked up.

" "

And her face went pale.

I wouldn't have. I would have saved you. Doesn't mean you're not a major piece of shit.

Sigh. Anyways...I guess...should I follow?

I'll...maybe. Yeah. No.

John stood around for a while before finally deciding to exit.

What a weird family.

((John continued elsewhere))

Blank. Scared. Fear. Yelling.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Kathleen was frozen for a second before deciding to follow Mildred and Angelo out.

Fucking hell, wait for me!!!

((Kathleen continued elsewhere))

Kathleen wanted to throw up. Badly. "Fuck-fuck! We can't just fucking gloss over that, that person is fucking DEAD. Dead. Are you really going to fucking - just gloss over that?!" Kathleen switched to a bit of scared-anger-desperation. What the FUCK. "Fuck. Just fuck!" This was a...

John stood back, not wanting dirt all over their clothing, originally wanting to help the minecraft-hole lookin' motherfucker out.

This whole family is weird as hell.

"You good?" John would ask, still ignoring the other one for the life of them.

Kathleen stared at the body before her. She stared. Frozen. Kathleen wanted to scream, run, drop to the ground. It was an instant high-ruiner. A fight-flight-freeze response. Kathleen finally made a sound. She tried to say 'What the fuck?' But it came out more like- "WHADAFUH?!?" Kathleen ...

John groaned, a bit annoyed already. "Real happy fucking family." They'd mutter to themselves. "You don't got anywhere else to be?" They snapped at Eden. They'd sigh, regretting it a little. John FINALLY fucking finished to the point where Eve could hop out of the ditch. Minecraf...