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I have disconcerting news

The forest is empty of life. I've been out here since dawn, and haven't seen a single deer, rabbit, squirrel... There are no birds, frogs, or fish. The bee hives are empty. There are no flies, no beetles...

There's nothing out here.

~Angelika

Following from Joey's message I went on a kind of perimeter check and did the rounds of the doors while I was at it, we're definitely missing some people again and there's a couple of new names too. I'm guessing no one saw anything as usual?
Anyway, for everyone's information and in the interest of safety here's the list as of this morning (I did it by floor rather than alphabetical):
( list under cut )
Also following from Selina's message, my remaining jerky is gone too. If people are hungry there is ample meat to be picked up from the slaughterhouse and more being brought in everyday, there shouldn't be any need to steal from each other.

- Sam

Um...so my floor used to be full and now we're short a Stiles Stilinski and a Daisy Johnson...it's happening again, I think...

~Joey

Okay chickies. I know this place is in dire need of a decent steakhouse. Hell, I'd take a two star old-folks buffet at this point, but whoever was desperate enough to steal my piddly stash of jerky? I'm fucking impressed you managed to steal from me but still Not. Cool.

~Selina

Alright... so.

To the people- beings, whatever- that brought us here. I'm sure you have your reasons, and to you, perhaps they may seem noble. Part of me may be partially inclined to thank you for bringing me back from the dead- if that is indeed what you did. But really, I don't know exactly what you're goals are, I'm not sure your methods are particularly sound.

That being said, we have endured a lot for the sake of your quest. But this...

This is too much. What possible constructive purpose is there for sending dead loved ones to us, especially when they are just as confused and tormented as we?

Monsters

How do you get rid of these people? There's a way, right? There's got to be a way to get rid of them. I'd rather be dying of some weirdo fucking disease like half of you were than put up with her any longer

-Derek

Yes, good, here I was worried I was going to get another couple of days off from the crazy. So glad a version of my horrible mother that I can't slap across the mouth for being an asshole and talking down to me (believe me, I tried) is here to keep me from getting to relax for a minute. It would be awful if I had peace for more than a day or two at a time.

Can I get a Fuck This Place, one more time with feeling, everybody? Grrrr.

~Joey McCoy

[Hastily written, obviously while not holding still, Gretel's handwriting is heavy and messy but still somewhat recognizable]

DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY SALT OR IRON PLEASE?

KIND OF AN EMERGENCY

-GRETEL

Maybe I'm being paranoid here but has anybody been seeing things? Like... people, things?

DEREK/STILES
I've been seeing
Have you guys
Tell me that Allison isn't here. Or Aiden, or Peter. Please tell me Peter isn't

- Lydia

If I end up putting on this stupid fucking costume, no one is allowed to laugh at me. They took my clothes and I need to be able to leave my apartment.

I'm serious, if you laugh I'll kill you.

- Natasha Romanoff

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

WOMEN/GIRLS

So, I just woke up in my underwear and bra when I went to sleep in jeans and a t-shirt. And...I can't find my clothes anywhere, just this trashy Halloween costume, it looks like. Not creepy at all, right?

I'm a size 4 and I'm about 5'8"...please tell me someone here has clothes I could borrow until I can find mine that might fit me? I'll come to you, even if it means putting this stupid thing on, and I can totally offer a few apples as trade?

I don't want to blame anybody here because that seems a) shitty and b) presumptuous, but...maybe lock your doors at night just in case? I haven't been because I figured there really wasn't any point. Apparently I was wrong.

-Sarah

Okay, so this whole thing hasn't been the worst experience, which is probably due to the bottle of vodka I arrived with. Though I probably can't continue to live on a predominantly liquid diet and a handful of fruit. Who do I have to hump around here to get some meat?

- Anders

Aww, I left my guitar up against a tree while I was picking apples and when I came back, it was all decorated with little purple flowers. That was nice. Kinda girly, but I can dig it.

-Andy

Ummm...so...I'm pretty sure I was just serenaded by a trio of flower bushes out near the East door. The plants are like singing now? It sounded like gibberish to me although, admittedly, it was a really pretty song not the point but...so, that's a thing that's happening, now if it wasn't already...

~Joey McCoy

If the plants could stop trying to braid my hair that'd be great. Seriously creepy place we've all been kidnapped to, anytime you want to knock this off...

- L.H

The Sarah that's here is definitely the Sarah we got killed know. She didn't seem to know we were here too so I told her because I didn't want her to have to stumble across us. Just so you know.

I'd really like to shoot something.

This is nicest cage I have ever been in.

But I am very hungry. Where is food, book that is full of people?

Олена

Pardon me while I actually use this as a journal, which I think are typically meant for venting. Please feel free to skip this page if it publishes before I can try to tear it out.

By my count, Beth would be turning one today back home and I'm missing it. Ian's probably missing it, too, because he's probably too busy planning a funeral to have time for a birthday party she won't even remember. One douchebag named Crowley and an indeterminate number of clinical specialists completely lacking scruples later and I'm missing my daughter's first birthday. And every subsequent one. The actual worst thing about this place is that it's it for me. This is the last hurrah. That's pathetic and piteous, but it is what it is. I know a lot of people want to get out of here so bad and I can't even empathize with that, because all I'd be going back to is a hole six feet in the ground that I'm sure will inevitably be dug up, salted, and burned just to be on the safe side, because that's the kind of life I stumbled into, apparently, when I wasn't paying attention.

I need a fucking drink.

-S.D.

This is the second weirdest abduction I've ever been a part of. I'm pretty positive a spruce tree was trying to undress me.

Uh guys, has anyone else noticed...this is fucking weird even for me there's something up with the plants? I just spent about twenty minutes trying to get out of what felt like a 'hug' from some climbing ivy.

- Sam