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 #2746  by Kylemayer
 
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The journal entry was quickly written, poorly at that.

She.... She was so... So smooth, her skin. I needed it, It was so fair and gentle, even in the Apocalypse. I could even see her blood running through her veins... It was breathtaking!

The Exiled sat quietly in his truck, his passenger a lovely medic, Jenny. He'd met her months ago figureing it was perhaps one of the only friends who understood him. However something clicked in his brain on the old road to Novy Sobor. The truck ahead of him carried Mr. Ted, a former "brother" and Jellybean, a nice lad he ran with.

The Exiled slowly started to bring his foot on the break, distancing himself from the lead truck, after a few moments they were out of sight from it. He began to turn the wheel slightly to the left, pulling into the field. He started to blink wildly, his body going numb for a brief moment. His eye twitched, and thus beads of sweat started to form. He looked to jenny with a worry some expression. "Who are you? What are you doing?" He scoffed to Jenny.

He quickly killed the engine and leaned over her, opening the door on her side. "Out! Out! Get the hell out!" He cried. Bashing his forearms into the steering wheel. Jenny hastily jumped out. Her fingers fumbling over her satchel, grabbing her communicator. "Guys! Hes gone mental! The mans gone mad!" She screamed. The teammates only chuckled and kept on speaking to each other.

The Exiled quickly got into control over the voices in his head. He jumped out of the car, flailing to her. He held back tears, his mind fighting off the voices that creeped him "Jenny! Come back! I'm sorry!" He hollered.

Jenny would hesitantly come back. Her hand gripping the wooden handle of her magnum, and her knuckles white. The Exiled gave her a slight apologizing look, with a forgiving nod. "Sorry... Just old memories." He chuckled, hopefully winning her with the lie. The man started the truck once more and pulled back onto the road. However upon doing so, Jennys head cocked to the side. Glaring at him. "Mental! You're fucking mental! You've gone off, were going to get you! You will die!" She seemed to scream at the top of her lungs.

However she was NOT doing any of that, The Exiles symptoms rapidly started to play, causing vocal hallucinations, common symptoms of his insanity. The Exiled gripped the wheel. His knuckles turning white. He would start to sob silently. His body physically was shaking back and forth, Clearly The man was in some sort of discomfort. He grabbed his hat and threw it at the dash. Once on the paved road he turned and hollered to Jenny. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He cried, only to be greeted with Jennys face twisting into a rotted figure, Larva dripping from her eyes, He screamed and swerved to an off road.

He quickly floored it into the woods. Breaking hard in the soil. He brought a hand to smack Jenny roughly. He hopped out of the Truck, Grabbing the door to slam it shut. He reached back to grab his Mosin. Ripping the sling from it. He aimed it to Jenny from the front windows. "Get the fuck out! Out! OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!" He screamed.

Ripping her door open. He would swiftly bring the rifle to his chest. Slamming it outwards to her. The stock met with her chin, Cracks were heard and he hollered something in completely an alien langauge. "SHUT UP!" he screamed shortly after, seeming to argue with not her, but himself. The voices. He swiftly kicked Jenny to her knees. Grabbing his restraints from his belt. "STAY!" He yelled, cuffing her violently. She would scream once more, trying to get some help as she was face first in the mud.

The Exiled moved to start slashing the trucks tires. "CUT IT OUT CUT IT OUT!" He pleaded. Jenny, at this moment would be fiddling with getting free. Which ended with her getting hit once more. He slammed her down and started to dig in his bags. Grabbing a syringe. He then injected her, taking her blood. He unloaded her shotgun and started to run. Jenny, on the other hand was quickly escaped. She started to run...

Hours later

The Exiled woke up, blinking wildly. He was in a fetal position near a campfire, in the woods somewhere unknown. He would be rocking back and forth. His memory was gone, at least just for the whole day it was. He sighed to himself. Standing quickly and kicking the dirt into his fire. "Please.... No..." He sighed. Grabbing his mosin, and started to take off in a sprint. He had to find Mr. Ted.