I really did it. I guess.
After that post. I should have left on Thanksgiving.
After Nessa.
I was scared.
It was too late to run away.
My stupid gloating made me a target.
Ritchie...
He was being followed too. Even after he tried to masquerade around as me.
It's...it's really complicated.
We started the blog last November. It was a long shot and I thought I could just hide as things died down. But when Ritchie died. When Cheska went back.. when everything changed...
It's silly to think I was safe. But I did.
So I came back here to update everyone.
New location. Not saying exactly where, but at least there's running water, a bed, and some natural scenery. At least my laptop and hotspot still work.
I don't know if I'm making it to where I'm going.
I'm leaving this here, just in case something happens to me. If this post never sees the light of day personally, at least it's on a timer.
So, a few clues.
The Happiest Place on Earth in the ass end of the United States.
Sources tell me that there's a neutral zone there.
Proxies and Runners. Together in one place.
Without trying to kill each other? It's a gold mine.
Probably a breeding ground of acolytes for both sides but who's complaining?
Maybe with.. maybe with everything Ritchie left behind.
I can actually make something that works longer than a few hours.
But in case I don't make it, this post is set to appear sometime in the future.
I don't know who will continue my work when I'm gone. But there are people out there who are a hell of a lot more successful than me.
Ritchie, that lovable bastard. He was an idiot.
You can't unite people who run everywhere to survive.
Mess up their lives with the grand purpose of thinking that you were helping everyone. It's that inflated sense of ego that probably got you killed.
But not me. If you want to survive, you need a Proxy. Maybe a neutral or someone gathering information for both sides.
I don't know how to contact any of them, been out of the loop for too long.
But rumors spread.
Just a name, not a face.
Dia. Some sort of information gatherer the proxies have.
Whoever she is. She's a Keeper.
Hope I live long enough to meet her. She sounds like a hell of a candidate if this thing ever got off the ground. Tried that once, but.. well.
Some of Ritchie's old contacts dropped off the radar. They were the first batch.
Scott. Ava. Alora.
Wherever you are, I hope you're okay.
But they would have made great Keepers too.
But back to Dia... They call her a gatherer. Got herself into the biggest melting pot I've ever seen.
For a Proxy, she would have done great if we worked together.
I like the ring of that. Dia the Keeper.
But I need to go now. It's getting dark soon.
Good luck everyone,
Jeff
...ya know, I really should have double-checked that laptop before I left. I got a bit distracted by the blood stains on it, the vial, and that gods accursed map of the Disney World neutral zone.
ReplyDeleteJust saying, it figures that a dead man would figure out a way to out me on this Keeper shit. I managed to hide your notebook for what.. 6 years? All for one freakin' auto-timed blog post to fuck it all up.
Ugh. I guess it's time to own up to this, huh?
....I wish I could have met you too.
Past is present, present is past.
ReplyDeleteI come back to an update, a preset post. Another twist of the knife. Again, so many fell, and I'm left amidst the ruins.
Goodbye, Jeff. I'm sorry it took me nearly a year to work up the resolve to read this.