We're all alive. We've got someone to fucking thank and some lucky stars or something because I don't even know how the fuck what just happened is even survivable
I might curl into a ball and cry. Or vomit.
And Jesus the smell of that shit is so strong
Matt's getting some samples of it, Slender's washing Himself off outside, and Lya's taking care of Rake
Oh God Rake
It's all my fault I don't want him to die I don't want him to die please I don't want him to die