Seeking the Dark Tower

On the path that eventually leads to the clearing in the woods, the Charyou Tree. Fraught with danger, fear and loss, and yet, fulfillment. Welcome.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

no one makes it out alive

I hear funny things out here.

I don’t want to stay out here anymore.
Please, I promise I’m alot better now.
Don’t leave me alone here.
I wish I could just talk to somebody.
Don’t walk behind me.
I don’t trust any of you.
From now on, no one gets out of my sight.
We should sleep in shifts.
Anybody tryin’ to leave, we kill ‘em.
He’s one of them!
You lying bastard.
Cut off their limbs!
Make us whole again.
Who says I want you going with me?
Everybody watch whoever you’re with.
You guys gonna let him give the orders?
It’s obvious this is sabotage.
Then I’ll have to kill you.
The dead stay dead.
Not here they don’t.
Auxiliary light cables been cut.
Cut? Been pulled apart.
You’re going to have to sleep sometime.
Where’s the damn flashlight?
Makes you a murderer then. Don’t it?
Whatever it was it was, it was weird and pissed.
No known survivors.
Everybody’ll be dead inside twelve hours.
Not everybody.
Only the dead survive.