July 20th, 1994
Dammit!
So apparently there was an explosion somewhere in the lab, everyone's out here now trying to jimmy open the door.
I watched them install that door, there's no way we're getting out of here that way. So instead I've finally taken to this book to write down our final moments.
Listen to our plight...
Apparently the research being done here is some dark new trend sweeping the kingdom like a bad plague, some new virus is infecting people and it's being indiscriminate... It doesn't have a name, the researchers down here call it oi81. Apparently this virus is an airborne one and it weasels its way into the brain, overriding the higher level thought systems. The result is a shambling mess, a vile, pox-ridden, decaying fleshbag devoid of all human emotion or reasoning systems.
The researchers have taken to referring to these creatures (which also do not have a proper name) as "Ffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnssssssssss" on account of the low droning sound they make as they shamble towards their next victim.
That's probably the worse trait about these things, once they sink their teeth into you, you're done. The virus will circulate through your system leaving you as one of them. These creatures are propelled by one simple desire and it appears to be what sustains them: the desire to corrupt as many people as they can and turn their prey into one of their numbers.
I asked the guy down here with the eye patch if he knew how to kill these things and all he said was "As if."
Sadly, that was also his answer to whether or not he thought we were going to get out of here alive.
He then said "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." and sacrificed himself to the creatures in the next room.
That set us back a bit. We had to push them back and reseal the research lab, we lost Evan in the process.
Thank goodness for that, for all I know these things are all his fault.
Man, I wish I was a main character... my chances of survival are pretty slim.