Where Are You All?

After He got me, I put all thoughts of what He does and who He does it to out of mind. I was still in mourning for those He killed to get me, and I was disoriented by the way He was using me. I forgot about those He hunts, focusing on living my half of life as well as I could. Even when I knew I was being used against you Runners, I avoided thinking about it.

I think I wrote before that I didn't read your blogs. I only knew the big names. M. Zeke. Robert. After I started this blog, I went looking for those three. M and Zeke, at least, are still alive. I'm not sure about Robert. His last writing sounded like he was dying, or at least losing his mind. I commented on The Tutorial, and if you are reading this today, that's how. I couldn't bear to comment on the last thing Zeke wrote, not to talk about a dead boy.

Things have changed since He got me. Looking at those three made it clear. Zeke's situation is better than my own, even if it won't last. I don't know anybody anymore. He killed my mother, my coach, and my best friend. That was enough for me to give up. I faked my own death and made a deal with Him. The person I was is dead.

Look at me, pulling out the cliche angst when I only meant to ask a question. Namely, where are you all now? What are the new big names, the most-read blogs? I don't have time to go clicking around on all the commenters to find them. Not with 12 hours to a day and no computer of my own.