When I was twelve, my grandpa passed away. This wasn't the first time I'd experienced a relative's death, actually; another grandparent died when I was a bit younger. But it wasn't the same, because as a kid I didn't realize what death meant. Back then, it was just a bad guy getting his just desserts, or one of the good guys disappearing until they could bring him back. But real people aren't superheroes. We can't come back, and what's after that is final. We're dead. End of discussion.

So, when I was twelve, my grandpa passed away. That's the first time I realized what death was about. How it could be there, just like that. But my grandpa was older than dirt, right? So that meant I would live a long time. Well, joke's on me, I guess. I know I'm going to die eventually, because that's what happens to people like me. We make a blog, we try to run, and then bam, we're dead. Dead, dead, dead. That's what happens to us, to all of us, and there's no escape. It's a loop that just keeps on repeating, over and over, and there's no stopping it. People reading this that aren't hooked on this overall story will be soon, they might make their own blog, and then they'll die, too. I'm killing people right now, aren't I? Great. I'm a damn murderer. I'm already responsible for several other deaths, though, so why not a few more?

I think the saddest thing, though, is dying alone. My grandpa died alone, you know, and that's because he had a heart attack while grandma was shopping. No one was there to comfort him when he died. And then you have to take into account all of the people in the world who have died like that. A hiker that got lost in the woods. A homeless person who couldn't get anything to eat. A person who got into an accident in the middle of nowhere.

The one thing that those things have in common is that the people have a chance of getting out of it. The hiker could be rescued, the homeless person could be taken into a shelter, and by some miracle the person in the accident could get to the hospital. But there's people like me, people who are being hunted by these damn things... We have no chance. There is no one coming to save us. No matter how long I run, no matter how hard I try to evade them, nothing is going to work.

There's something I didn't want to mention in my last post. I was looking for news in my home town a few weeks ago. There's nothing there about me; no mention of me missing, nothing. It's like I dropped off the face of the earth.

Just like Charlie.

But there was something on the news. A few miles away from my town, a kid disappeared. Five. I think his name was Bradley. Amber alert went out, but no one's seen him since.

A few days after that, I checked the site again. Another kid disappeared, this time a few miles away from the other town. A girl named Cynthia, seven. She was shopping with her mom and wandered off a few feet away. Mother couldn't find her after that. Cameras did pick up a man, though; a guy in a suit. Here's the thing - the guy's face looked like that of the child killer they caught near my town. Yeah, you remember that guy, the one who made me think Farstrider was after me. There's one problem: The killer is in jail, so police think maybe they got the wrong guy since the disappearances have started happening again.

A week after the girl disappeared, Bradley's body was found on the side of the interstate. Limbs were broken, head turned around. Another kid disappears, and everyone starts freaking out just like they did last year. But somehow, none of this reaches the national news. Weird.

This pattern has been repeating for the past few months, and while a lot of the children aren't showing up, at least two other bodies have been recovered.

I looked at a map, started connecting the dots. The disappearances are all in a line.

A line that's headed straight towards the town I'm in.

I don't know why He's doing this. Maybe to make me paranoid or anxious. Maybe to torment me. Probably to torment me. Definitely. He knows I have no chance of getting away in time, not with the ground He's covering. I'm running out of time, and I have no plan.

Maybe I should go ahead and end it. That's got to be better than what He has in store for me.