Motherfucker in a suit

Dammit, I hate it when Jake's right. Why? Because it means I'm terribly wrong.

That creature's real. He's been standing in my driveway for heaven knows how long. I'm keeping an axe and gun handy at all times.

Motherfucker he's freaking me out...

Jake

He's alive. He's fucking alive. He just showed up at my back door, screaming for me to let him in. He looks like death warmed over and he was openly carrying a few firearms. Things are pretty nuts. Apparently Elaine's caused him plenty of trouble.

I need time to think this all through.

Dead Ends

So the police investigation has so far gotten nowhere. Also, Elaine is missing as well now. People don't go missing from police custody and despite the fact that I was his best man, I'm a suspect. Yeah, that's really all there is right now. I'll tell you more when I find it.

The Beginning of Insanity

Well I was planning on starting a blog before today anyway. But now I've got a reason to. See, one of my best friends and a fellow soldier fresh from a tour of duty in Iraq got married. He and his husband looked like the happiest couple I'd ever met. And now my friend is missing and his husband is dead. Not just dead. Mauled. Mutilated. Desecrated. Eviscerated. Nothing in Iraq prepared me for what the police showed me in the station. Cam is dead. Jake is missing. I knew something wasn't right at their wedding.

There was an attack. Cam's roommate and best friend was targeted by... I shouldn't say. But I don't believe Jake. I trust him with my life, I literally have. But on this one occasion, I don't think he's honest with me. Which is fine, everyone's entitled to their privacy. But outright lying to me, that's something new.

I don't know exactly what's going on. But I will find out. And those responsible will be held accountable.