Don't yell at me. I know I did something stupid. I saw something outside the window, grabbed my cricket bat and went out to investigate. Next thing I know my shoulder has gone numb and I'm feeling kinda sleepy and I turn around and there's a proxy behind me with an empty syringe and then everything kinda goes fuzzy from there.
When they frisked me they took my cellphone, but I guess they were very stupid proxies as they left me my iPod Touch. Which, if there is a free network, can connect to it. And conveniently, I appear to be near a McDonalds. And McDonalds has free Wi-Fi! I know I hate you, McDonalds, so so much, but I think I can forgive you and your junk food and your advertising blatantly targeted at kids because you have probably just saved my sorry ass.
Fuck it. There's no way out of here that I can see. I've seen no-one other than myself since I woke up a few hours ago. There's one window, just facing brick wall. If anyone comes in I will use everything I have in my arsenal- Horrible death threats courtesy of Vivi, Rugby Tackles, the miniscule amount of Karate I know, any sharp/heavy objects I can find, Bishie Sparkle...(what? I tried it on Vivi and it sort of worked?)
Augh. Not even my awful sense of humour is improving matters. I just...fuck. I might die here. It's a possibility. I'm unarmed. The only clue I have to my whereabouts is that I'm outside a McDonalds. Shit.
The thing I feel most guilty about is that if I die here, I never got to say goodbye. Properly. In person.
I swear to god, if I get out of here alive...
Vivi, I'll see you again. I promise. Even if it's the last thing I do I'll see you again.
I can hear footsteps. Gotta go.