Critical updates on our situation

Two days ago Talm seemed to have calmed down, and so he and Felicity were reunited. Obviously they are still in mourning, but at least now they can mourn together and heal properly. Felicity was my main concern, trying to keep her feet as far out of this stuff as possible.

Because of all the shit that's gone down, yesterday Talm went to her school, just a little village school really, to sort out time off and arrangements of moral support she'd be needing when she gets back in... god knows how long. How does a child recover from that? To the point, Felicity hasn't left his side since he got back, so she went too, and because she went, so did Pascaline and I.

The tall man followed us there, when we stopped for every red light and every old lady crossing the road, He'd be close by, watching, staring with no eyes. 

We underestimated the skill of those proxies. And however tall their Master is, we also underestimated how low they'll stoop to lick His thin pale ballsack. They ambushed us there. We yelled all at the kids in the schoolyard to run. The stupid teachers called them inside. With fewer options before being forced to fight, Pascaline called the police, we all agreed we would hold the proxies off the school for as long as possible. Called the police. I wish to god we hadn't. The proxies gunned the police down with ease.

Which brings us to now. We're stuck in a loop with 63 primary school kids, and proxies. The town looks abandoned, if you walk through too many halls (far more halls and classrooms than the school actually has) the school they start to look abandoned, too. Against our protests, one teaching assistant went to explore said hall. He hasn't come back yet.

We've spent the last few hours making name tags for the kids and compiling a register, which we do every two hours, to check we aren't missing anyone else. Thankfully, all the kids are with us so far, except the ones who had been absent that day, who are presumably safe at home. Talm is with Felicity. Pascaline is organising the older kids to comfort the younger ones in groups, which she's calling Bubble Time. I'm keeping guard, making sure the kids don't touch the weapons, organising lunches.

In case we run out, I've made a contraption to catch rainwater using the PVC piping, but when/if it does rain, I'm gonna have to check it actually works, and I'm gonna have to check it's actually water.

All of us are thinking of what the fuck to tell the kids. They don't understand why we're barricading doors, they've only seen glimpses of proxies, only heard the fighting from the main classroom.

Pascaline or Talm can tell them; I'm not very good with children.

✒Matvei