A/N So yet again I was inspired by something on Pinterest, and decided to let my creative side flourish. If sometimes we are foxes from Tumblr is reading this let me know how you like it or if you would like me to remove the story and I will gladly do so. Otherwise if you have any suggestions to make on the story, as in later content. let me know
My sister Samansa-Chan helped me think of the month the game takes place in, and we settled on January
So without further ado, Let the chaos ensue
Rough Year
Day 1
She's dead, and I let it happen. I didn't find her in time, and now I can't even look for her the next day. The man who saved me took me on a long hike to the old sanitarium, where no one is bound to find me. I want to leave and help find her, but fear that the creature that killed Hannah is still out there.
The man who saved me, for lack of a better name I'm going to call him FG (Flamethrower Guy), said that I would be safer here as long as I don't needlessly move around.
Day 7
It's been about a week, and during that time, I've noticed strange sounds echoing through the halls, similar to the ones of the monster. I want to investigate, but fear what FG may do to me.
I think I'll stay in the main area tucked away underneath the table.
Day 23
Still no news of Hannah, but I'm hopeful.
Day 39
He's found her, but she is not the same. Her skin has taken on an ashen hue, and she's all but skin and bones. He clothes are in tatters, and her nails and teeth sharpening. her hair appeared thinner, and it was nearly too much seeing her tied up with a pole around her neck.
Day 40
I'm not supposed to be down here, but I wished to see my sister and see if I can't get through to her. She's placed in a more secluded area of the cell block of the asylum. The echos of what FG called Wendigos can be heard from around the corner, and if I heard right Hannah will become just like them.
Day 50
FG finally told me what he does secluded on the mountain, and needless to say, I'm uneasy about everything, but I've made up my mind
I'm going to assist in anyway that I can.
Day 53
He starts me off with getting bait, taking me down to the morgue and cutting limbs off those who no longer need them.
Day 64
I no longer flinch at the crunch of bone.
Day 70
I get handed a gun and will now act as backup. my purpose is to stall not kill, never kill. That just releases the spirit back over the mountain.
Day 95
I finally get the chance to write again, but nothing has happened other than keeping up with the Wendigos.
Day 127
The weather is getting better, and with it, more animals.
As I watch the Mother animals with young of their own, I can't help but to wish more and more for my family. I may pay a visit to Hannah later if I can find something out here.
Day 128
I found two things, Two precious things that makes the asylum seem not as empty with its screeches and moans of the Wendigo.
The wolf pups appear to be runts and walked right up to me to investigate the strange creature invading the woods. One is black the other is white. FG said that I should have left them, but I just couldn't.
It seems a bit warmer that night.
Day 130
The pups are learning to be quiet when we go down below, and they always stick by my side. They know to only eat the bones from animals that we hunted, and not the human limbs from the morgue.
FG is still unsure about them, but he'll learn
Day 131
Their names are Snowflake, and Blackie, just something simple in this chaotic life i'm living.
Day 146
I try my hand at gardening, and the juvenile wolves think digging up all my work is assisting.
Day 152
It turns out that when the Weather warms the Wendigos Hibernate. Seeing how it is the middle of summer they are all but dead to the world, still trying to lash out when someone approaches.
Day 248
It would've been the first day of school, and I can only hope that Josh is doing ok, but I am resigned to stay with FG until the mountain is safe.
Day 304
It's around Halloween, and I wish that I could experience the haunted houses the neighborhood would put on. I remember being afraid of them, but after stay here so long, listening to the screeches and sometimes the voices of the deceased, I would love nothing more than for normalcy.
Day 319
With the upcoming winter, I'm given a flamethrower of my own. The outfit I have on is just a hodgepodge of layers, but given what we will be doing, I'm fine with that. Every extra layer helps.
Day 333
I'm only writing this entry because I caught two wendigos, and if you times that to the day, you all but have hell.
Day 359
It's approaching the day that Hannah and I went missing, and I've noticed a figure wondering around the mountain. Everywhere the figures been, something is placed to scare or disappear. I wonder what they have planned?
Day 364
Something big is going to happen. I feel it in the way that the wind picks up. I make rounds with FG and place wards around the area, in hopes of a safe night.
A/N So these are supposed to be journal entries done by Beth over the year, and the true writing will be in the next chapter.