Road makes you appreciate things. I love stores with AC. Car-living in the heat is nasty. Stepping indoors, that rush of cool air, priceless. In a Wal-Mart now. Just on a bench. Have to go leave soon. Hate being in one place too long.
First psycho found me. Morningstar. I know of him. Fucking murderer. Enjoys it too. I hate killers. There is never a reason to kill. Doesn't matter if you're a proxy or a runner. This sick bastard enjoys it, though. Makes it so much worse. Makes redemption so much harder to find. He enjoys the terror. He enjoys the pain. He's sick.
He thinks he can scare me. Normal, for one like him. Proxy, I've met others like you. Worse, some claimed to be on my side. Know this. You don't fucking scare me. I've outrun everything. I will continue to outrun everything. I can't die. Not when I can help.
Finally, to those like me, don't be like them. There is never a reason to kill. Never a reason to do harm. There's always another way. Do not compromise. Do no harm. When you become as them, you lose. If you lose, the only thing you'll get is