You guys… I’m really sorry to be so behind on posts. Remember my amazing safe house? With the garden at the center? I dunno, guys. Everything’s gone all weird again, and I’m not sure how we’ll even make it through the summer. We built our own prison: zombies on the outside, hungering for our brains, and these… walking, talking, evil… malevolences??? on the inside. Ms Sprinkles hisses and hides when she hears them creaking about. Mostly I just try to avoid eye contact. Any harvesting is furtive and fast.
In other news, here are the dispatches I’ve gotten from our regular readers. Please, guys, check in! I need to know there’s a world beyond the decrepit walls of this school.
SIGNAL BOOST: Help Native women gain access to emergency contraceptive.
Tomb Raider: Now with more rape!
Scholastic has NO IDEA what’s going on. (This honestly sounds like the MOST USELESS collection of survival advice EVER. Seriously. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE IN HERE, SCHOLASTIC. )
Police officers manhandle a little girl.
I’m powering down the comp. At night, the blueberries roam and the apple trees rustle greedily. What do they WANT?