Quoted By:
Pedro Alvarado, Explorer's log
Day 3, 5:43 PM, The wind turned toward me for the first time since the airlift dropped off over the wall. The sense of dread that had been strangely lacking was made clear to me when the stench of feces came over us enveloping us like a rolling wave. Had I been even a second late in deploying the mask I would have passed out on the spot.
Day 5, 2:35 AM, I can hear them howling in the distance. I don't have any reason to believe they've detected me, but it turns my stomach even so. Their cries shift and sway between all spectrums of emotions at once. In one instance they bellow with rage before gargling with despair the next... Sometimes I swear I can hear them crying for help. I'm feeling nauseous.
Day 10, 12:54 PM, It came straggling out of the desert hobbling on a broken leg to meet me. At first I had mistaken it for an African man due to the haggard body and swarthy skin, but it soon came into focus and what had seemed melanin skin was now clearly dried shit caked onto his deep blue hid. It was dying, starving for white genes. I landed the shot between its eyes just as it noticed my presence. The corpse was smiling, black fangs turned up at the sky and open eyes dreaming of feasting on my whiteness. I set it on fire and went on my way. Rations beginning to run low
Day 14, 6:40 AM, The fuckers broke into my pack while I was sleeping and ripped my rations to shreds. I might have not woken up in time if the creatures hadn't shrieked when they discovered the salad in the outer fold. I panicked and emptied my gun. I could've used it to hunt for a meal...
Day 35, 8:02 PM, I've found something altogether unexpected. After two weeks of subsisting on moss and lizards I came across a structure that seemed almost man-made. A squat edifice painted all white and gold and red adorned with a crest of two golden arches. Who could've built something like this? Is this some sort of temple? Can the creatures even understand religion?
