It is incredibly messy inside.

Of course, you expected this. There was what looked like a decent, albeit incredibly gay, party last night. Baker doesn't seem to notice the mess and pulls you toward the back of the house. "Shh," he says, even though you weren't making any noise. You roll your eyes, but you actually do not want to wake up Collie Parker, so you stay quiet.

Baker leads you up stairs and down hallways and eventually dumps you in the attic. It's a pretty cool place, as far as attics go. There's a bed shoved against the wall, a bookshelf shoved full of books, boxes shoved in corners… you're using the word 'shoved' way too much but, hell, that's what it is. Everything's shoved everywhere, just like you've been shoved into this room away from everyone.

You tell yourself that it's because all the other rooms have been contaminated/are too close to Collie Parker to be safe. And you could be right. But you have the idea that Abraham only agreed to this if he could stick you in the attic.

You spread your stuff all over the floor in a weak attempt to make the attic seem like home. It fails. You miss the freak house already.

You decide to head downstairs and outside to be with Abraham and Baker. You're going to feel like an annoying third wheel, but you don't particularly care. To be honest, you want to be the annoying third wheel at the moment. You're sure as hell awesome at it.

When you get outside, though, they're gone. You have no idea where they are but you don't particularly want to look for them on the off chance that they could be making out in the bushes somewhere. You don't think that people actually made out in bushes – it sounds really uncomfortable – but you figure that Abraham's stupid enough to want to and Baker's nice enough to go along with it. He was nice enough to listen to you brag about how you were going to win.

He probably rolled his eyes when you died. If he wasn't too busy being a bigger man than Abraham and managing to, you know, not puke his guts out. (Oh, great, now even you're starting with the intestine thing.) Of course, nobody except Abraham threw up that you saw. You didn't see everyone, of course, being busy dying and all.

You decide to wander around town; see what's there apart from that Wal-Mart. Maybe you'll find a bookstore that you can later direct Stebbins to. You have a feeling that he's one of the only guys that will be happy upon finding it. Maybe Baker liked to read. Yeah, you could see him reading creepy books. Like that one that came out a while ago – the one about the chick with the telekinetic powers. You never read it, but you debated going to see the movie, and you heard that people thought the guy who wrote it was going to be big someday.

You kind of doubt it. It sounded like a weirdass story. Telekinetic powers. Weird.

Of course, like walking yourself to death wasn't weird either. But there was a difference. Sort of.

Anyway.

What were you doing?

You end up at a mall. It's open, thank God, wouldn't it suck if there was all these things here and they were all locked? You'd have to break a lot more windows. And while breaking windows makes you look badass, it's just a lot better for you and the environment if you don't break windows. You don't really care about the environment, but it sure as hell has to be better to not get glass everywhere. And while you're already dead so another few scratches probably won't hurt, it still hurts. You might seem like you can deal with pain, what with your death and all, but really, you can't. You fucking hate pain. You were just totally numb for half of the Walk.

As soon as you enter the mall you hear the most annoying voice on the planet. And no, it's not reminiscent of Satan, it's Barkovitch. The freaks will follow you wherever you go, it seems.

You decide to go say hi. This might be a bad idea, but you're bored and sort of lonely, so you just go for it. You follow Barkovitch's screeches and profanity until you end up at a Barnes and Noble. You see Stebbins just inside, filling bags upon bags with books. You roll your eyes.

Hold on, who's Barkovitch even talking to? Is it McVries? Maybe, but you have a feeling that Barkovitch wouldn't be making this much noise if it was McVries. Things between them seemed to have calmed down a little.

"What's going on?" you ask Stebbins. He looks at you, and he looks a bit panicked.

"Rank found Barkovitch," he says quietly, and you can't help but laugh a little. He just looks at you. "I left before I could get caught up in it."

"I should sell tickets," you mutter, ignoring another glare from Stebbins. Tickets or not, you want to check it out. You're not sure if you have the guts (are we really doing this again?) to let them know you're there, but maybe if you clarify that you're just here for the show Rank won't go crazy. Because you're not sure that you can take Rank. The guy's fucking insane.

They're in the children's section. Barkovitch backed up against a bookshelf and looks like he's about to start throwing hardcovers. You stand and watch Barkovitch scream at Rank and Rank look like he's wondering if he should actually just hit the guy. Really, you're marveling at this guy's patience. If Barkovitch had basically murdered you, you'd be on him the minute you say him.

Eventually Rank does do something, which is good, because you were starting to get bored. Not good for Barkovitch, considering he's just been punched in the gut, but good for you.

What follows is really one of the most pathetic things you've ever seen. Barkovitch isn't really even trying to defend himself, he's just sort of taking it. Once Rank gets bored and leaves, very rudely bumping into you on his way out, you decide to see what's up.

"What the hell was that?" you ask, and Barkovitch doesn't look up at you. He's slid down to the ground and is staring at his knees. God, what a freak. "You didn't even try to defend yourself, or even try to get away!"

"Why do you care?" he asks. He rests his head on his knees and sighs. "Just figured… just figured that… well, I kind of deserved it, you know? Nobody likes me and I get that, but sometimes I fucking hate me too, and when that happens I just… I didn't kill him."

"Nobody said that," you say, wishing that someone else was there so that you could exchange a confused look with them. That's what you do in this sort of situation, right? "Except you, but-"

"Shut up," he says, and you do, because he's really starting to freak you out. "Just leave me alone."

You comply.

God, what a freak.

There is like no time continuity here by the way.

But uh yeah.

No idea where this is going, no idea where this was going, no idea at all….