There hasn't been a lot going on, I'm sad to say. Or grateful. something of the like. One of the two. I'm rambling right now. Point is, we've been using the past two weeks as a defense strategy. Only go out during the day, lock up and stake out at night. Stay around crowds. Basically it's what Zeke went through. Know what? We're fine as always.

Something did happen last night. It was my turn for the evening shift, so I was sitting there, looking out the boarded up window and fidding with my bad, when I saw the cloaked guy standing outside the house under a street lamp. I didn't want him to see I saw him, so I used the bat to poke Justin in the ribs a few times until he woke up. I wanted to see MY assailant. So I finally got him up, and got him to look.

He stared outside for a few minutes, directly under the street light, and didn't seem to react or anything. "What am I looking at?" He asked.

I looked at him like he was insane. "Dude, do you NOT see the massive dude wearing the hoodie standing out my house? That's the dude that attacked me."

"That's not funny man. Don't freak kme out like that."

"Are you kidding me? Why aren't you reacting, the guy is outside my house, he's a proxie!"

And what he said...I'm still trying to figure out.

"Dude...there's nothing out there. No one is out there."