Notes of a madman

# 5. Evil doesn't want to be found...

Psychos. Psychos. Psychos... 

They're just everywhere. 

Everyone is tearing everyone to pieces. 

It's like a nightmare, the worst nightmare. I want to wake up! 

Even the sky here is a different color-the color of blood.

Unfortunately, there are no weapons here that fit the situation-Peter had a sledgehammer, Mary had a shaft, and Tom and I also found heavy pieces of iron. 

The heads of the old rambunctious ones were blown to pieces by a single blow, and the ones he had made just ten years ago were still strong and not so rotten. 

So many people... And absolutely everyone gets here through stupidity... 

Hot blood pours down my arms and another head falls to the ground.  

— We've got to get out of here!—Tom doesn't notice the blow on his back. 

How painful it would be for a mortal! 

We run. If we weren't holding hands now, we would have lost each other. 

A highway and some light. I don't know where we are now. We don't know... 

— And what to do now? Catching a ride?—Peter asked, looking around blindly. 

— Where there is darkness, there will probably be light. Let's just look for it. Let's go down the road. If there are psychos here, we'll just fight back.—Mary seemed to be trying to find the right answer. What she said now seemed more like a defense than an answer. 

— Well... On When it's no fish even the cancer can be one...—I sigh. 

— If we could have gotten to my car, it wouldn't have been like this...—Tom broke off. I could see the tattoo on his head glistening in the dark. 

— And where did this car even come from?—I don't stop accelerating, sometimes even overtaking our entire company. 

— That's beauti is mine. Hmm, I think there's our guy standing over there! Mary, is this Senor Perez, or is it just my imagination?—Tom put a hand to his forehead to protect himself from the rain, which was now dying down and then suddenly resuming. 

— Yes, it is!—

We've quickened our pace. 

***

We were on the other side of that place. Going there with father Perez wasn't so scary.

— Now what the religion calls hell has come to the surface. People have almost no chance to get out of all this shit...—the priest spoke softly, clearing a road with his cane.

He raised the hand with the eyes so high as possible, because it was only one source of light. My lighter is dead.

— What should we do then? Lie down on the road and wait for death?—I feel the anger boiling in me and spreading through my body from my very heart in a huge wave.

Did my dad die for nothing?

All our lives is nothing? We just have to put up with it?!

I swore and talked and talked and talked until I felt bad.

Now even I felt that I was only a tiny step away from insanity.

— Shut up, you fool!—the exorcist covered my my mouth with his huge hand.—There's someone here...—

It's stupid to compare my powers with Perez's- the giant almost strangled me!

But when my hysteria was gone, I could hear the crunching of branches over the rhythmic patter of raindrops.

We all clung to our weapons and stood here, barely breathing.

Mary was scared too, but she wasn't afraid for herself. There was a lot of training behind her fighting skills. But Peter... Despite his well-developed muscles, it doesn't look he's ever fought anyone.

I'm very afraid to leave Gina, she can be almost mad like Peter without Mary.

Mary was now rummaging through her backpack with one hand. She quickly found the glasses here, Peter's spare glasses.

— Pete, put these on. Once time I tied a rubber band to them, and now it's very good to you!—she whispered.

I've seen a monster named Mark before. A walking nightmare, he look like an overgrown baby, with pieces of wood and glass sticking out of his head and body.

Mark appeared out of the trees, out of the darkness, as a reminder of what nightmares still lurk in the darkness.

— A nightmare from every corner... To run or not to run?—Perez wondered aloud.

— He'll run after the fleeing ones... Mark is like a dog...—Mary continued his thought.—But there is the little chance of winning...—

— We must fight, must fight... Only cowards run... And, if you run away a lot, your legs will fall off...—Tom hid Peter behind his back.

I felt as if my eyes burning from th inside out. And the light... I could feel it coming out of me.

Mark's eyes suddenly became meaningful. And I suddenly realized what I needed to do.

— Peter, give me your sledgehammer.—I ask in a low voice.

— What?—the man was distracted. He was looking off to the side, probably seeing someone else in all the commotion.

I snatched the sledgehammer from him.

I don't know who Mark put head in, and to be honest, I don't want to know. His head split easily. In such a situation, if the consciousness has left you, you can only leave everything hand in hand with death...

The soul has rushed into earth... Hmm, so bad, guy, you are not lucky... Not everyone lucky in this world...

— I didn't understand what it was...—I say, moving away from the sickly-smelling dead body.—But I like it so much!—

 — You're stronger than me.—Perez said suddenly.—I'm sorry I was wrong about you. Look at your hands!—

I already felt that my hands were starting to bleed under my T-shirt. The hot red blood flows through synthetics.

I'm just a terrible looser- I'm somehow managed to injure both my hand at once. I carefully roll up the blood-soaked cloth.

— That's right.—Perez said.—I wasn't wrong. You're like me in the past. You were marked by God at birth. Now everything falls into place! Baal escaped so shamefully from you!—

I smiled, despite the situation I was in and the pain in my hands.

— Come on. Electronics do not work in a changed world, so we will have to go on our two feet...—

The wind isn't blowing right now. If there was a small, tiny impulse...

I will do my duty. I'm ready for what I've been marked. I will save people who means so much for me...

And I will find and kill Baal...

***

Everone was tormented by a terrible weakness. Now we are just supernarurally tired.

I was suprised at Tom, who must be older than others, but he seemed no little bit of weakness in him.

I just admire people like Tom Doherty...

We runs away until the legs just refused to go.

— Does anyone have a matches or lighter or something like that?—Peter asks.

— I always have a lighter with me, but I'm afraid, my gasoline girl will drink water so much in this... huge rain.—Mary pulled a hoodie out of her backpack. It was stupid idea- the fabric immediately got wet.

When we found an abandoned house, the pain and tiredness fall on me a big wave.

I fell on dusty sofa. I don't remembered what I dreamed at all...