Freedomtown IC

Shit!

I just went outside for a breath of fresh air (gun in hand) and I found Adam barely conscious. It looks like he's been attacked by more than one monster.

Sam, Dean, I'm sorry. I should have been watching him better.

Alright, I'm bailing. I've run into a monster that my hair can't take care of.

So tomorrow is Halloween and I have a couple costumes in mind. But, I'm not sure which one I should be. My hair is starting to fall out due to the chemo and radiation so I'll probably end up wearing a wig. But, I think everyone is going to love my costume regardless.

So anyone want to sneak somewhere and have a Halloween party where no monster can get us? I want to dress up, dance the night away and eat and drink a lot. Who's in?

So many new and exciting killers out there, wreaking havoc... I dare say it's a tragedy that I'm not able to have them all over for a dinner party.

Hello? Would someone kindly tell me what the fuck is going on here? We got technology again? And since when do dogs have shit to say?

[Grace is kneeling on the ground in Mar-Vell Park, covered in blood, clutching a torn Ghostface mask in her left hand]

He killed her... he killed my mom... why would she try to protect me? She hates me...

[A visible tic in her face then, as her eyes took on a blank look]

She loved you, you stupid bitch... you're too fucking crazy to REALIZE it...

[Back to normal, her eyes began to tear up]

No... they hated me... resented me... but why then...

Oh god.... someone help me...

I've been trying to stay positive and upbeat during all this (admittedly, with a pet Jason, it's been a little easier), but I'm having a bit of a rough day today. I feel like being my friend is a death sentence or something.

Barb became my best friend, and my assistant, and I loved her SO much. And then she got poofed out of here, even though supposedly that's not supposed to happen anymore.

Then our mutual friend Nancy and I got closer, and she became my new assistant. And now... dammit... Nancy lost her life trying her best to fight off those nasty-ass parasites that were falling off the creature that attacked my kingdom.

I know Nancy didn't have a lot of close friends here. She was quiet at times, and preferred to observe people before just letting them in. And now she'll never get to, and it makes me want to rage and throw shit.

Fuck. I miss you already, Stick. You brave, brave bitch.

Um..... guys?

Frank Castle is out in the streets mowing down zombies with a huge-ass machine gun and screaming incoherently.

Not that any of this should be all too shocking, but the dude looks broken. Like... he snapped. Lights on, nobody home. That kinda thing.

Private to Morgan Raleigh

Mom? I fucked up.