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I started colouring this in a year ago. Just got my apple pen back

What happened was in such quick succession that Matthew and Gilbert could barely properly recall it. Matthew screamed first, as something came from beside him and tackled him to the ground, his phone being crushed beneath its knee. It did not immediately attack him. Matthew would vaguely tell his head was bleeding from the impact with a rock as he was pushed down, leaving him fazed and unfocused. It looked like a man in his late 30’s, his eyes erratic, unfocused, not human, as it clasped and unclasped its jaw, looking down at Matthew. It spoke, gargling out pleas for help, as it seemed to struggle to keep itself from biting down on Matthew. He vaguely heard Gilbert’s yell in the background and his boots hitting the ground as he ran, but he couldn’t pay attention to that in the moment. That thing's claws were digging into his shoulder as he was pinned, and the thing's resolve seemed to be crumbling as his mouth salivated more. Before the thing had a chance to bite down on him, he swung his arms up to push it away before crawling backwards and fumbling for his hockey stick. The thing sprang back up as Matthew stood and dodged out of the way of its claws. A sickening crack rang out as Matthew brought the hockey stick down onto its shoulder. He wasn’t steady on his feet, and he stumbled from the impact. The thing fell to its knees before springing back up and lounging at him. He dodged out of the way once more before bringing his hockey stick down on its head, leaving a bloody indent in the thing's head. It gurgled as it crumbled, but it still twitched and crawled towards him. “Please… please…” the thing spoke. Matthew felt bile rise to his throat as he hesitated to bring the hockey stick down on its head one more time. Maybe this is better than living as that, he thought.

Two chapters within a week! How long can I keep this up? Let's see.

They quieted down after hearing a loud knock from the room beside them. Gilbert turned, with his signature toothy grin, to look at Matthew again. “Maybe you could show the awesome me Newfoundland one day-” A sudden bang rang out through the room, coming from their window. The blinds were closed, blocking their view. Something dragged down the window, squeaking against the pane of glass. Both men were startled and turned their attention to the window before a few more bangs rang out from their door and window. It got faster and louder with nondescript speech coming from outside the door. “Gil- Gil, get away from the glass.” Gilbert shuffled to his feet, never taking his eyes off the door and window beside it. He stood in front of Matthew as they slowly backed up to the opposite side of the room where the bathroom was. “What the fuck is that?”

Next chapter is out! I know it's been a year I'M SORRY

I'm in a start up company and on a work term while balancing my final few semsters at uni. My plate is a little packed

“That sounds… tough.”

Alfred glanced at Ivan again, tapping his fingers and taking a breath. “Anyways- all of this to say that through all that loneliness and being cramped in that damn house, on those night walks I would lie in the park, under the stars. I started to get books from the library about astronomy and read them at the park- I guess I was just inspired by that.” Ivan stared at the side of Alfred's face intently as Alfred shifted his gaze uncomfortably from the road to Ivan.

“... I imagined how small we were from up there.” He started again. Ivan raised an eyebrow but kept quiet. “There was so much to discover, endless vastness between here and… there. ‘There’ could be anywhere, or anything. I could go anywhere.”