I can not be sure if mine will do the same or if they take on the inner urges of those they were feeding on... or borne from. In either case I'm no angel so I must act fast. Texas will not be the last. Cephalon's hands are ever in motion. This chapter must burn. I must flee.

SKVAL SKVAL SKVAL SKVAL SKVAL SKVAL!!!!!! SKVAL ALL SORIUES BE AT THE GATES! SKVAL ET SERIUM DU ARIMANTEI OOOOP VALLEY LUMP GARGIMA HIELAH SKVAL!! I MUST REMEMBER THIS BRAIN IS OVERFULL!

The beauty of the molotov cocktail is its simplicity. on a chemistry level its nearly impossible to mess up measurements. It can almost always be made out of stuff you already have. And it does what it is designed to do exceedingly well.

I showered. I don't remember showering but im clean. My hair is still wet but I don't have a towel and I know I've been rocking in this chair for hours. Sleep deprivation can make your mind do crazy things. My failures keep me up. As well as my successes. And this wound bleeds.

I have had no luck in translating or... decoding the strange string of nonsense that the naughts screamed as they burned. But these (words?) Sounds keep marching themselves through my mind. I was unaware they were even capable of speech. And I still can't be certain they are.

I have been running, Sleeping in the woods. Hiding out in case I missed something and so far everything has been calm. Quiet. But, a naught found me. MY naught. I don't know how it made it out. I don't know how it found me. But so far it doesn't seem aggressive. It just watches

My wound won't heal and it has fed. For now I'll let it to keep it tame. Some of its limbs are charred and shriveled. Does it know I was the one? Does it resent me? Or does it find me comforting? How many more escaped the flames?

I was just woken up by the naught. Not unusual I know but usually im woken by it feeding. Tonight it seemed to be cuddling with me. Laying between my legs as I slept much like my old dog used to do. I confess I may be starting to get attached. Perhaps I was wrong about it.

I havent been able to charge my phone. As I said I've been sleeping in the woods. Someone attacked us last night. Not sure who or how they found us. My naught fought them off. They found me sleeping. The naught tore them apart. Didn't even leave enough to attempt to identify.

I know this sounds Mad but I whole heartedly believe it was protecting me. Afterwards it gleefully scuttled over to me clicking and clacking excitedly. Then it curled up between my legs and fell asleep and I got lost staring into that gory spiral of bone and vicera, questioning.

I found a small town and was able to get ahold of a few things. A tent, a power bank, a cooler. staying in the woods might be the best way to lay low for now. only been attacked once and I believe they tracked us. Not likely to be more and the weather allows for it.

The town has a butcher's shop and I've managed to... procure enough pig and cow blood to keep the naught sated and no longer feeding off of me. Which is good because he has gotten quite large and does not seem to grow from the animal blood. will be worth studying if I survive.

I had forgotten the naught couldn't be seen by people who hadn't done the ritual. He went around with me and aside from one instance, where I got caught talking to him, he went unnoticed. People did however get all sorts of confused at the items falling off shelves.

It's been so long since I've been able to post im struggling to settle on a topic. The naught has nearly fully healed from his burns, and his spiraling carapace shards have formed together into a nearly complete shell, with wicked jagged bits all about its multiple limbs stick..

...Out the end much like a nautilus' tentacles, odd arm or leg through the areas where the shell has not fully sealed, all shifting and spinning solid and liquid at once. it has no mouth, I can see the confusion and rage in its eyes as they float by. It wants to scream. It can't

I admit I have grown attached to this strange creature, it lives a wretched existence that it did not choose. It may prove a mistake but im going to care for it. The poor beast has saved my life. The least I can do is try to understand it. I hope I don't regret this.

I have lost track of days (weeks?) My reality twisting into my dreams, moments where I'm sure I'm awake blur into the unreal, somehow so vivid and tangible. The mundane becoming muddy and faded in the overlap I can no longer separate them. Am I doing the right thing?

I have been alone too long, but it is not safe for me to return to civilization, i do not now if I'm still being pursued or if the ones we've... dealt with... were the last. Or Maybe I'm just afraid. Afraid the scars of what I've done will be visible to others.

I know that I chose this path and that my actions were Justified. But that does not mean it hasn't taken a toll. The screams, the faces twisted in pain and realization and fear. The broken bodies stay with me. There is work yet to be done. I may not be strong enough to continue.

And I know I may never succeed. that this whole endeavor is a fools errand, and as I look at the naught I wonder if I even hindered Cephalon's plans at all. Or did I unwittingly further them. That is If Cephalon even has a plan. His silence is unnerving. I long for his rage.