Burning Road

The Journal of Skinny Pete

EXCERPTS FROM PAGES CONFISCATED FROM CAPTURED MONSTER OF AN UNIDENTIFIED SPECIES

Day 35

I'm writing this as my mind slips away... if it's even still my mind to begin with... I can't be sure, not after what I've seen. I think I was once a hunter. My name was Pete Blackthorne, 'Skinny' Pete on the count of my uncle Pete of the same name. I didn't start out in this upside down world. No, I fell through a rabbit hole.

Can you imagine? A rabbit hole like in Alice in Wonderland.

The Under: A place of endless night where monsters roam free of humans. It's a strange place where the rules seem skewed, upside down.

Creepers: The monsters call themselves creepers. Big, small, ogre, brownie. They all identify as creepers.

Eat me.

Drink me.

I can't find my way home.

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Day 41

I can't keep running, too tired, can barely see. Is this what it's like to be a monster back home? Back home... I need to get back home.

There's no place like home. There's no place like home.

This is definitely not Kansas.

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Day 60

I don't think the food here agrees with me. It whispers in my ears and attacks my stomach, sometimes it attacks my ears and whispers to my stomach... tickles.

Tickles.

Tickles.

I'm tired of laughing.

I learned more about this place.

The Dark: A nightmare place where even the monsters fear to travel. Creatures of pure darkness hail from this place spoken of in whispered tones.

Darklings: The creepers dub the denizens of The Dark darklings. They are an evil lot not to be toyed with. One makes deals with darklings at their own peril.

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Day 69

My name is Pete Blackthorne. I found this upside down place after falling through a hole in the ground... My name is Peter Rabbit. My home is just above, if I can only find a way up. I have to hurry. I can feel myself slipping away, bit by bit.

Bit by bit.

Bit by bit.

There isn't time.

I'm late for a very important date.