Ground's finally dry and the weather isn't too horrid, so another routine check today. Bit chilly, and even though I despise cold weather, I really wanted to go check. Been stuck in the house mostly anyways. It gives me a chance to slow down and think.
So I walked down to the schoolyard where Batch #1 was found. As I walked around the tacked-on modular building on the side of the school, I saw someone hunched over, drawing new words with chalk on the ground. He was probably about 50 feet away, so I couldn't make out what he was drawing at first. When I was about 30 feet from him, he heard my footsteps and turned around. As he stood up, I called out "Whatcha drawin' there?"
At this point, I can see his face, and he looks kinda familiar, like maybe I'd seen him in the school halls or something. But it's a stretch since I'm never at the high school any more (for various reasons) and there are way too many kids to recognize any out on the street anyways. He's about my age, maybe a little older, and there are dark circles under his eyes. Medium length-ish brown hair and wearing a hoodie and jeans.
But when he gets to his feet the fucker scowls, grunts and runs at me screaming! He tackles me, wrestling me to the ground, then makes a run for it. I try to call back to him "Hey, wait! I just wanted to talk!", but the dude was so fast he'd already booked it out of there.
Seriously. What the fuck? Who does that? The good part is that now I have a man to look for instead of just walking around. But it's still a stretch. I'm going to need to increase my efforts. Man... I dun wanna. Why can't he just knock on my door, explaining his bizarre drawings and messages? Agh. Oh well.
Anyway, my crappy camera is crappy, and my friend is pretty busy as finals are approaching. So I'll try and get shots soon, but no guarantee. Now, where to start searching and how...?
Sincerely,
Alexander
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