+ + + Diary of Ashley Magnus

[ASHLEY MAGNUS]

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I'M WAKING UP TO ASH AND DUST
_{I WIPE MY BROW AND SWEAT MY RUST; I'M BREATHING IN THE CHEMICALS}
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DAY 1 - - -

So that's it.

Last thing I remember was staring into the eyes of my mother. Next thing
I knew, I ended up here. Wherever here is. My mind is currently a blur. I have no
idea or any recollection after I was taken by the Cabal. They totally screwed
up my mind, and I was no longer myself. I nearly murdered my own mother, for Gods sake!

Strange thing is - I now have full control of my actions and my mind. I feel so damn
free, now. I don't know where 'here' is. But whatever this place is - It seemed to have
put me in some sort of reset. I'm alive, where I shouldn't be. I killed myself to save my
mother, and yet I am here.

I am so confused.

Right now I'm alone. I haven't seen any sign on life yet. Hopefully soon, so I can work
out what the hell is happening. I need answers.

...Oh God. I am a MONSTER.

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[ASHLEY MAGNUS]

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I'M BREAKING IN, SHAPING UP;
_{THEN CHECKING OUT ON THE PRISON BUS; THIS IS IT, THE APOCALYPSE}
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DAY 1 - - - 2 hours on location.

So I met a guy today. He looked kinda cute. His name is Patrick. Whom, strangely
enough, reminded me of Will.

The guy kept asking me questions. About my past. Not something I want to think
about any time soon. Those memories keep flooding back, as much as I try not to
think about it. And it's not the good memories, either. It's the horrible ones. The ones
where I'm tortured, and turned against my family.

Oh, boy. There was no way in hell I'm telling this stranger, no matter how many
times he asks.

Besides that neither of us had any idea where we were. That's not good. He was just
as confused as I was. I don't really know what to make of him. I don't trust him yet. Hell no.
It's gonna take more than announcing first-name basis, for me to trust him.

Right now, I'm on my own. And if I plan to find a way out of here, I need to stay
focused.

And stay vigilant.

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[ASHLEY MAGNUS]

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I’M WAKING UP, I FEEL IT IN MY BONES;
_{ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW}
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DAY 1 - - - 14ish hours on location.

So we literally just spent the entire last ten hours running from some…thing.

Don’t ask me what it was, because I really don’t know. It started chasing us,
and Patrick and I happened to split up. By accident. Well, I couldn’t baby-sit
the guy! I was unarmed. There wasn’t much we could do.

All I can hear are the echoes of the creature’s growls. It didn’t seem very…earthly.
All I ended up doing was hiding like a lost little girl…Well, I guess ‘lost’ is an
accurate description for me at the moment. I just don’t feel like myself. At all.
Like all my screws aren’t quite there.

It’s that bitch, Dana Whitcomb which screwed my mind up. Completely. She destroyed
me slowly from the inside, and turned me into a monster.

Why couldn’t I just stay dead?! It would have been safer for everyone.

For all I know Patrick could be hanging in bloody pieces from a tree somewhere.
I feel so ashamed, and powerless. How the hell can I protect someone, if I can’t
even protect myself? I’d be screwed if I so happen to convert back that deranged
Abnormal being I became before I destroyed myself. Before. Shit.

I’m so scared right now. Why do I still exist? After what I’ve done? What is my purpose here?

So I literally just threw myself into a tree to wake myself up. No, seriously. I did.
Obviously it didn’t work, so here I am wandering aimlessly yet again trying to find
someone who might know better than I. But of course, I find myself at some strange
other-worldly temple overlooking the ocean.

Because clearly, I don’t need any more surprises.

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