So I've started compiling everything for posterity. If you want to see how far we've come, here's the place to do it. Thanks for being a part of my story.
Merry Christmas everyone. I can't believe I'm spending the holidays sitting here alone in the cold and the dark.
Thanks for sticking with me for the last 8 months. Right now, you all are the only family I have.
I just woke up from a very surreal dream. I was back at the cell tower where I camped out for a week when Danyon disappeared. Except in the dream, the sun was still up in the sky and it was snowing.
Danyon, Tucker, and Nat were all there with me. At least their bodies were.
His coordinates are really, really far away. But I have to find him. Even though I'm still upset at him for what he did, I can't leave him in whatever the hell situation he's gotten himself into.
I can't move on with that on my conscience.
After my I powered off my phone to save the last little bit of battery juice, some followers of the Twitter account figured out where I was and came to rescue me. They brought me to their shelter, and had food and clean water, so I decided to live with them for about 2 months.
There's something that I've been avoiding talking about.
When Danyon left, he said he would come back. But he never did. He basically left me for dead out there in the woods. I didn't really say anything here, but I was so angry at him. I couldn't believe I trusted him.
Alright, I'm not in a coldspot yet, but where I am will do for now.
The ships have certain identifiable flight patterns. You can tell where they tread often by the temperature of the area, hotspots. Where they don't go as often is much more safe, coldspots.
After the last video I tweeted, Danyon and I drove a ways into the boonies to stay away from where all the activity is in town. He brought camping gear, so we've stayed in a tent out in the woods for the last couple weeks.
I'm so close to the coordinates now.
It's been a long time since I've really thought about it. For the past few months, it's just been a mindless mission. But I don't know if I should put myself in an emotionally vulnerable mindset again.
Whatever happens, happens.
Then, I think the flight patterns changed? And we got found out. And they didn't make it. That's why I've had to learn how to evade the ships on my own for the last few weeks or so.
About a month ago I saw one of the ships flying nearby and, after a loud noise, it suddenly exploded and then came crashing down.
Honestly at the time I thought I was hallucinating or something, but now I'm fairly certain I wasn't.
I can't believe I'm alive. I'm alive. It took everything out of me, I kept forgetting why I needed to leave. But you all helped me, thank you. Thank you.
I had a dream about Danyon. But it was more like a memory I guess?
When we were little, we would climb into this giant dead tree in our neighborhood. The branches could barely support our weight, so we would kick and push each other's branches until one eventually would snap.
Why do they want us alive? The blue light from the ships seems to be an exception, but I've had plenty of narrow escapes from the water, the headlights, and the ships. And I can't be the only one. I mean I'm crafty but not THAT crafty.
What the hell do they want with us?
Once we got far enough away where we couldn't see the city lights anymore, we set up camp. It was actually sort of peaceful for a bit, and it gave Danyon and I plenty of time to catch up.
But unfortunately, there was some rising conflict between us.
Danyon isn't a fan of me broadcasting my situation to the internet, he thinks it's dangerous. My philosophy is that I have a chance to reach other people who might be in the same situation as I am.
But suffice to say he hasn't been in a hurry to get back to reception.
I'm fighting the urge to go check it out, I know it's too risky... but I have only 5 hours of battery left, not a single sign of Danyon returning, and not much else to lose.
For those of you asking, I don't want to reveal what I might know about these people, since I know they're watching every tweet I send.
In other news, my arm is getting even worse. There's this dark ooze coming from the wound now.
Anyway, I have some news on my progress. I'm on a highway, the quickest route to get to Danyon's coordinates. Only problem is that this highway takes me through a city.
Yes, the sun is still gone. I have no clue what this journal is talking about. Seems like the same "talking nonsense" Tucker was talking about with his friend Flynn.