I saw someone today. A man.
I've been taking walks around the city. Just looking for anyone, anything, any sign of human beings, or where people went. A goddamn note that said Croatoan would work. It would at least be a sign of something.
And then today I saw a man.
He was standing, facing the brick wall of a building. He had his hands on the wall like it was holding him up or something.
I called out to him. I called out hello.
He started shaking, like he had the jitters. Then he turned to look at me.
He had a tattoo on his face. A double fork, like that man from KFC. He was...foaming at the mouth. His eyes were bloodshot. "Ferratus," he said, "his fetters freshly forged."
I ran. I ran so fast that I quickly ran out of breath and just kept running, trying to breathe as I did.
I must have been miles away when I realized I wasn't being chased anymore.
I'm scared. I'm tired and scared and don't know what the fuck is going on.
Someone help me please.