If sleep was for the weak, Mal would be a beefcake right now, because there is non stop banging and screeching outside that sounds pretty much like this:

BANG THUD THud *heavy breathing* “Rreeeeaaagh” *heavier breathing* “h- help” sLAM THUD BANG SMASH TEAR “oh fUCK NO! GET AWAY! I will fuck you up man” “RRRRAAARRGGH!” *leaping noise* thud CRack thud wham thud wham “REAarghhhhh” thwack thud “I warned you fucker, ALL RIGHT WHOS NEXT” *sound of stepping on glass* “reaghreaahehehrr” “huh, arrgh sneaky bastard” (insert clever girl) “RREAAARRRGHH” *pounce noise* (rar x3, author should be burnt on stake for such heresy) thud thud Thud THud THUd THUD SMASH “MY LEG!” CrunCH SNAP CRACK TEAR “get off me you bast-“ *noise of random extra #2 painfully getting mauled* cruNCH SNAP CRUNCH CRUNCh snap “reehhh” “rargh?” *heavy breathing in union* *sounds of leapfrogger no. 2 and leapfrog extra #2 bounding away and dragging away respectively*

All. Night. Long.

not knowing what the hell is going on out there, Mal curled up into a ball in their sleeping bag and thanked themself internally for barricading earlier. Giving up on sleep the took out their note book and wrote

August 5th i think?

you know what the collision doesn’t seem so bad anymore. Also what the fuck was that? Unless I find sentient plants that shoot zombies? Or something I better get out of here

REMINDER

gtfo when sun’s up and screechie bois gone. South dolphin plaza and Chris Elena Ln. are no goes.

after putting away their note book and packing up to save daylight tomorrow, Mal spent the rest of the night holding their crowbar ready to quote “Gordon freeman those fuckers” unquote and knife at the ready while standing on a table staring paranoid at every entrance.

(I don’t blame them)

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Saturday, August 6, 2067. Day of collision’s territory expansion, 14 years until humanity ends.

today Mal learned a great lesson: those Things (leapfroggees) are smarter than they seem.

how Mal learned this lesson was when left the Big Brutus pizzeria and got jumped by a leapfroger in a sun dress, who heard him packing up last night and decided that if it couldn’t get in, it would wait for its prize to get out. So it stayed silent to be all sneaky like. And was right.

presently

”arrgh bad touch bad touch” could be heard from two figures wrestling, one being our local idiot, and the other sundress sally. After a scuffle, Mal was able to roll the frogger onto its back, pulled the knife from their belt and started stabbing the shit out of it. (*slams table* TwEnTY EiGhT StAB WoUndS)

eventually sally stoped moving, and Mal realized something big, those things could be contagious, and that being trapped in your body with no control sounds horrible, and after assessing their wounds, and decided to do the most reasonable thing in their mind, and started to cut their arteries.

rather than seeing if turning kills you or not, mal decided that instead of taking their chances, they would rather be safe then sorry and give them selfs a “factory reset” and as mal could no longer cut themself with their knife. Mal collapsed thinking ‘this time I will be ready”