#thewilds107

If we go out, and I'm not so sure that we won't, it's not gonna be at each other's throats, because there is zero fucking dignity in that. I've been thinking. First few days of this, we were on every paper, every channel, news vans in front of your houses, sticking microphones in front of your moms and your dads and your dogs. A couple more days go by and maybe it's only the local news. A few more days and... country A invades country B. Elijah Wood dies, Sasha Obama rips a bong, and then... we're no longer in the conversation. The world's moved on. And I mean, maybe we've got some diehards out there, people who love you enough to keep making noise and pounding the pavement, but it's been days and searches don't last forever, not without leads and not without cash. We are stuck here. The least we could do is not kill each other, 'cause trust me, this place can take care of that just fine on its own. Jeanette might've been the lucky one. The one who went out quick.