Jill Gabriel
A shitty abandoned building somewhere downtown
Subject: This is shit
So, I got out of the dumpster, and just in time, too. Too goddamn close to falling in and getting crushed in the compactor. So that broken dumpster lid? Yeah, it turned out to be a Chekhov's Gun; I grabbed that while falling out and saved myself. Fuck was that one close.
So I just mugged some lady for her clothes. A kid my age, actually. She wasn't too happy when I stole her clothes and left her an Arkham jumpsuit to work with. But, eh, what do I care? I'm a criminal, after all. I'm cray-zee.
Fuck my life.
So right now I'm hanging out in an abandoned building. You know, sleeping. I got a burger with the money I found in that kid's pocket. I'm really tired right now; I can see cops patrolling the streets, looking for us fucking crazies. Really, really tired...
OHSHITTHERE'SARAT
FUCK FUCK FUCK
IT'S A RAT
IT'S TRYING TO GET MY HAMBURGER
NO WAY YOU FURRY FUCK GET THE HELL BACK
...So I just lost a fight with a rat. He stole my fries when I wasn't looking. I'm going to smash that little fucker's head in next time I see him. Now I have half a hamburger but no fries. I wanted my FUCKING FRIES
AOWIRISLCMGJAOFJRNIDF
...fuck
FUCK
...So...creepers, I just put my foot through some drywall. I tried to kick the wall and...my foot went through it. Cheap goddamn buildings all falling to SHIT. How the HELL am I going to get out of here now??
Wait, let me just...put my other foot on the wall...and push...
And yes, I'm still writing during all of this. This journal is the only thing that believes me. You creepers wouldn't believe me if I told all of this to you, would you? No, you wouldn't; you'd never believe me, you'd call the men in white coats to come and drag the insane bitch away. So, going to push now.
[Jagged scribble, end of entry]