Cluelessly On the Road

Okay. It’s done. I did it. The thing in the basement is dead, the wacko that kidnapped Julie is dead, technically. He might be getting back up in the near future. But we’re all long gone now and he can’t really do any weird things to us anymore since his head probably won’t work quite right. After saving my friend, though, things have just gotten strange – that guy we ran over was still moving and was chomping at us all when we got out of the vans. Weird, how everyone else just kept driving by. I bet they thought we called the cops or something. What was really strange is how some of the cars crashed into the ditches when we finally just got back into the cars and started moving. Jeremy’s idea, actually – I really wanted to call a paramedic or a cop to just deal with the weird guy who was foaming at the mouth while flailing a clearly broken arm at us. He said something about it ‘finally happening’ and that he’d protect us weaker girls. Sasha was quick to correct that misconception with a baseball bat to his shin. The day she needs help is the day I lose all hope for humanity. She’s a knight in shining armor, even if she does grope my boobs every once in a while – I never said she was a saint. Well, as it is, Jeremy is driving the front van with Nick and a freaked out Sam, I’m watching Sasha drive the second one and Julie is in the back rocking herself while her fiancé Becker coddles her. Funny how she can go through an entire kidnapping ordeal but can’t handle walking away from a weird guy who obviously had mental issues. Oh well. At least Sasha’s put together and she’s in my car. My survival odds have gone through the roof just sitting next to her.