Hiding Out In An Abandoned Cabin Was One Of The Worst Mistakes I Ever Made
"I saw you on the news. That guy got shot at your house and now they are looking for you, but can't find you. A lot of people think you are dead, but then I was looking at our security camera from a few days ago and I saw you."
By 
Jack Follman
I will now let you know I am writing this from a hospital bed in some little ass town I have never even heard of. All I know if I broke just about every damn bone in my body and was really lucky that I actually ended up crashing into the Mount Baker ski area where skiers went right by me, or I probably would have died. I don’t know if using the word “lucky” is really fair though, because I spend my days in nights tended to by nurses who seem to treat me as if I am some kind of a hideous python at a zoo they have to feed and bathe occasionally that repulses them.
The police haven’t asked me very many specifics but I can tell my future isn’t very bright once my bones heal. I had a much bigger fear than law enforcement arise last night. I noticed a tattoo on the neck of the nurse who changed out my IV bag.
A cow skull with glowing green eyes.
