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Monday, June 1, 2015
Record of Events, Unsolved
Entry 1:
"It’s been three days since the crash and those of us remaining are extremely on edge. Food is running scarce and this storm just isn’t letting up. There weren’t many of us to begin with but having the extra strain put on the group will likely cause future problems. Sarah seems to be mentally broken, she hasn’t said a word to anyone and just sits there staring at her hands. I had to intervene as a fight broke out between Chris and Jake earlier. We should be focusing on figuring out a plan and not going at each other’s throats for Christ’s sake! We’ve taken shelter about two clicks inland. Judging from the structure, it looks like an old lumber factory. I’m going to take Chris and rummage through the wreckage some more in the morning, see if we can find anything useful."
Entry 2:
"What day is it? God, I don’t…I don’t know what’s going on anymore. I think this is day…18? 19? I don’t even know anymore. Sarah…oh god, Sarah…she—we just found her like that. Rocking back and forth, not saying anything, just… Chris found her first. Jake and I didn’t believe him until we saw for ourselves. Her entire body was pale except for the blood smeared everywhere, she was naked and her eyes, Christ, her eyes….pitch black, like staring into an abyss! She was just sitting there…just, eating her own God damned hands! She must have started during the night, she’d completely eaten the flesh off both sets of her fingers. All that was left…just bone and tendons. She then looked up at Jake, smiled a bloody smile, and lunged at him. She was so fast! Before we knew it, Sarah had torn his throat out with her teeth! Jesus! Chris put her down, the gunshot echoed through the factory. The second shot put Jake out his misery… We need to get out of here!"
Entry 3:
"Chris gone, not know where…yes, just lots of blood, blood Blood. Quiet now, sun down, down down, yes. Cold, coldness I shiver. Need warm warm, bloodwarm, I am Blood…need warm, blood. Hungry, food need warmness blood. Hands? Whose hands, yes…hungry blood—
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Credits to: NobleCeltic
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