#thelostarg

[whoseyesarewatching]

@technicallyweshouldallberunning my love! I’ve found you. I see the trees and hear the hounds. I’m here my love, praise the stork. I’m in the gas station. I’m here.

[whoseyesarewatching]

You probably can’t see this but I hope you can. I’ve been exploring this gas station for the past few hours...or days? Time is weird. I saw your message and I’ve avoided the storage closet., I don’t know what could be in there but I trust you. This place is strange, or at least it does not fit inside of my limited perspective of what normal is. I’ve considered going outside but hearing the howling of those dogs I’ve decided against it. The other rooms are quite ordinary in my opinion, though I will note that the mirrors in the bathroom seemed to be darker than the room they were reflecting. I’ve found a few other small things in the ordinary rooms but they don’t seem to have much importance for now at least. Oh Alejia, my love how I fear for you and your wellbeing. I hope you’re alright. If anything happens I’ll update again.

[whoseyesarewatching]

Why can’t I see you? I look and I look all I see are lights. It’s so loud. Where are you? I worry...

[whoseyesarewatching]

I have begun to explore the gas station. There are teeth from the hounds by the door as well as some newspaper with articles that seem to change each time I look at them. I’ve found where you’ve been praying, as well as a few notes which I’ve yet to read. I’m about to make my way though the other rooms.

[whoseyesarewatching]

I’m doing my best to remain calm, I may as well record anything that happens here.

[whoseyesarewatching]

Oh by the stork I fear for the worst

[whoseyesarewatching]

@technicallyweshouldallberunning please respond love

[whoseyesarewatching]

Oh Alejia my love please say you’re okay. Oh dear...