The human(?) Kevin is very strange. His face covered in blood and mismatched clothes oddly fit his, seemingly oblivious, happiness. He seems happy but something about it is off. It's off. He's friendly enough and his implication that I'm a friend has me slightly concerned. He doesn't know me but in this day and age considers me a friend. I'm older by far, I remember times when you could be friends with people on a seconds notice, but now I'm not so sure. Perhaps Desert Bluffs was a small town that Kevin could make friends with in one meet. But this town was strange.
On my way back from the bookstore shops I had passed on my way there weren't there anymore, or had switched. Odd, but not the oddest thing I've seen. Kevin built a building of corpses, he didn't seem like he was all there? He mentioned medicine, when I said I refused to purchase anything of StrexCorp, he didn't seem to know what I had said about it, but seemed to know I hadn't been positive, and said 'ow' as if it had hurt him. An odd concept to say the least.
Kevin is strange and odd, I'm not sure how much I'm willing to call him a friend, but maybe an ally.
- Josner Agnite Bloodren