Thursday, July 31st 2008

So we made it in Texas eventually. And I must say that this was the first time I met someone here in the US that I met someone I actually knew... sort of.

When V and I left the motel, we went as far as we could, where we found a car which could be hot-wired. That's a trick she could teach me, but she was still a little mad about this whole situation. I suppose I should respect her choice.

Anyway, when we crossed the border between Colorado and Texas, we got as far as the car could drive us. A moment came that this car ran out of gas, so we had to stop in the nearest station we could find. The station in question appeared abandoned. It even surprised me that it still had some gas for us to tank. I was to fill it up while V went to look for someone whom she would pay. Even five minutes after she was done, I didn't assume the worst. Who knows, the owner might not even live here, so it's possible that it'd take V a while to realize that there's nobody here. But after twenty minutes, I started to get worried.

I started to look around, but didn't find her. Instead, I found her cell-phone. As it appeared, she tried to call someone, but then something must have spooked her, so she dropped it. It was the only explanation I could think of, as she didn't seem to be either in the mood, or even the type to pull such a stupid prank, if it was a prank. In which case, what spooked her? Or who? Even worse, I only found her cell-phone, but not V herself. So where might she be? I tried to call someone, only to find out that this area doesn't make part of the network.

I had no other option but to look for her. This search eventually lead me to an old house. I don't know if it had something to do with earlier experiences, or with how the area looked, but I did sense this strange air around here. Anyone else would run away, and maybe they're right, but if I'm right, and there is something off about this area, then V must already be involved. Other people have already died, either because of me or I was just there when it happened, and I don't want to go through all that again. At least that's what I was thinking at the time, right now I remember that I still needed her. Subconsciously, that may have played a part, but I'm digressing again.

At some point, I heard a muffled scream and some kind of stampede. It must be V, in some kind of trouble. She's a fed, and she allows herself to end up in such trouble. Makes you wonder about some things, doesn't it?

So I entered the house, thereby drawing the attention of the V's assailant. And like I said, I knew this guy. I've seen enough documentaries about this guy to know who he is. A man with a chainsaw, wearing a mask made out of knit-together skins (of which I couldn't tell by looking, but I can guess what they were made of), who lives somewhere in Texas: Leatherface. Upon seeing me, he immediately chased me with his chainsaw. All I could think of doing was to throw as many things at him as I could at all even pick up. Unfortunately, his chainsaw was able to destroy much of the things I threw at him. Luckily, it had him distracted for just about long enough for me to find V's purse. Since she's a fed, I assumed she'd carry a gun. Unfortunately, if I'm to look for it, that would give Leatherface an opening, in which he could use his saw on me. That's when I decided to try and leave the house.

Once I was outside, it gave me a few seconds, which was enough for me empty the purse, so I could find the gun more easily. When I found it, I tried to use it on Leatherface. Unfortunately, I didn't have all the experience to use one, so I missed every shot. It didn't matter, as using the gun alone was enough to scare him. That's when he ran away, so I could sneak back into the house and help V. I found her tied to the table, which was still stained with blood from earlier victims. Seeing V like this, I did feel the urge to take a picture. I mean, her with all her training and everything, and yet it took just one man, who may still be a little cripple (though I haven't noticed much of it), to catch her off guard. Okay, some of the blood on the table was hers, as Leatherface did bump her on the head, causing her to bleed. But anyway, knowing that the gunshots won't keep him away for long, I freed V, and together we ran back to the car and got away at last. We stopped at nothing, not only to be sure that we weren't followed, but primarily (if I'm to believe V) so we wouldn't waste any more time. So if we would take it in turns to drive, as V felt a little weak with the bump on her head, and if we're lucky, we should be arriving in Dallas by midnight.

I don't, however, quite understood how Leatherface could still be standing here, as all my resources tell that he was hurt with his own chainsaw, after which a grenade was blown up, killing him along with a associate of his. Thinking about it, it is possible that the associate caught most of the blast. Plus maybe the chainsaw did damage him badly, but not enough to kill him. By now, he must have recovered from the attack. At least, that's my hypothesis.

Friday, August 1st 2008:

It took V a while, but she managed to recover from most of the blast, which gave her enough strength to drive the car instead of me, giving me some time to rest as well. So now it's much past midnight, but I don't feel much like sleeping.

V told me that when she entered the building, she could take care of things from here. She didn't seem quite grateful of me saving her, but I don't blame her. She probably believes that I only saved her because I still needed her to clear my name. If I were in her shoes, I probably would think the same. But I didn't care. As I see it, she had the choice to ignore Hana and her gang's orders, but she didn't. As I see it, since I now saved her life, we're even.

So anyway, if you want to know how I feel about Dallas: when I got here, I felt as though I was in Chicago again. I mean, many of the buildings I saw here resembled some of the buildings I saw there. But then, should that be so surprising? At some point in the nineties, an asteroid was on it's way to Earth. And although it was destroyed, whatever was left of the asteroid was still on a collision course to Earth, and all crashed in Dallas. My guess is that when they rebuild the city (not too far away from the crater that's left of old Dallas, so to avoid confusion) they thought of building some buildings from other cities here as well.

So anyway, since the car that V and I drove didn't belong to her or me, I decided to use it to continue my journey. It is still questionable whether I'd arrive in Cape Canaveral without any further incidents.