Okay. We uh...we aren't in Oregon yet. Uhm...there's a couple reasons for that.
We decided making a straight shot from Montana to Portland might be dangerous because we said we were going to do it, so we decided to confuse things and mess up the whole intended route. This sounded like a good idea.
This was not a good idea.
We aren't totally sure where we are now.
Except it's somewhere extremely sandy and dry. We're getting really shitty wifi. We haven't seen any signs in a while.
But deserts are supposed to be safer, right? That's what M said, I think. Treeless places and out on the water is good.
We don't have a boat. So we're camping here until we find a town or something.
Sandy and treeless is safe. It's okay to sleep here...
We got jumped again. I have to keep saying that to myself. The radio keeps cutting out. That doesn't make me feel better.
And we got hurt this time. Nothing broken on anyone. But lots of cuts. And bruises.
It was coming out of Colorado. We knew where we were then. We've just been on this road for awhile and no signs or anything. But like...Colorado and it's trees...it's so pretty there. I definitely wouldn't knock it for a vacation spot. It was nice. But that fucking forest...
It was in the middle of the road blocking our path. Seth revved the engine. Casey punched him in the shoulder. "Uhm, where did that get Jack and Stephanie when they tried it? Don't you dare."
I was amazed she remembered that but I wasn't about to point that out. Alex and I picked up the bats at our feet.
And they were on us. They had something lit on fire and were preparing to throw it. We did not waste any more time staying in the car. It was jump out and meet them and the monster or risk the entire vehicle possibly exploding.
It turned out that the flaming object was filled with tacks and small stones, so when it exploded we got rained on. That's the scratches.
The rest was just fighting off the bastards. It didn't step in once. It just watched. It didn't do anything until I saw Alex standing in front of it huffing and dragging his bat. And then it just let out the horrible screeching sound. And all the crow proxies left.
Alex doesn't know what happened, but he had a horrible migraine so he thinks Todd was responsible.
This is the longest the radio's been on since I started typing. Huh.
Two of us keep watch, the rest sleep, switch two hours later. That's our plan.
For right now, dinner time.
Let's hope it's a peaceful night...