((Just some psychotic ramblings from Demytria, were all ICly burned after being written :D))

Why am I writing this? Dunno, the therapists always used to tell Dez to write things down, they tried telling me to also.. It always seemed more like a way of gathering evidence of schizophrenia then anything… Well hey when the sky is spewing gas and there’s fucking tanks driving around, maybe spilling thoughts out isn’t so bad after all!

I miss Yo… I see her sometimes.. hear even, I should know its just my mind by now but it seems so real.. more and more every time. The other voices tell me its true though.. shes still here, i killed her but shes still here beside me, and they insist on it… Other times though they just tell me i should go join her, boom.. all gone all over no more, Dez would probably follow and then Drew and we can all be happy again! In heaven while the others all have fun with their little dead playmates here.

The townspeople let themselves die, they were nice to everyone and because of their niceness they died, all dead, or maybe… maybe the camo assholes just made them into their toys, not that I’m going to go find out, but if they died.. all that meat.. sweet precious resource gone to waste.. its a shame really, haven’t had any since that last raider twat screwed with my bike… maybe i should risk it… but safe, safe warehouse is a good warehouse… the voices want the flesh but i cant let them have it, they must wait.. wait until its safe.

Good thing we had that gas mask though! Hell that must of been a bitch for everyone else… and to think i wasn’t even going to hit the airdrop, funny how the butterfly effect works… wonder what happened to the garage… Think i’ll just stay here with the other Pit Dogs

I always fought the voices… maybe for once i should co operate with them, maybe i should just shoot myself… later