Wai Woph (Completed)

Journal, Log 15

6th February 1778
Writer: Dr. Neil

All these years I have been a doctor, fought in wars and been a surgeon I have never faltered and never have my hands shiveredas they do while writing this. After Michael’s party woke the monster up failing to kill it; Michael was trapped inside the cave and the monster outside. Everyone’s lives except Michael’s was lost and after three days of digging himself out of the cave he descended the mountain and the next day left for the encampment where the rest of us were. It took him seven days to travel back to the city being injured as it was.

That is where things fell apart. While he was travelling towards the encampment cutting through the city, he saw a crowd of local people. Naturally, he thought that there had been another victim and to check the body he descended the horse and walked through the crowd surrounding the body. That is where his eyes and mine met, despair filled my heart as I had gotten there before him. The person lying there on the ground close to the encampment was Agnes. There was little blood but as soon as Michael saw the body he fell on his knees tears forming in his eyes. I knew not what do, so I stood there as the crowd doubled in size and Michael let out a loud cry.

What happened afterwards is a blur in my memory. The rest of the men from the camp came and took us away with the Agnes’s body. The crowd went home. We buried Agnes after I had a look at her wounds, Michael sat silently through the funeral, cold tears apparent his face.

Everything about this seemed strange to me and even before I could figure it out Michael had realized it. There were no other killings before that even though there was a gap of more than ten days between when the monster was woken and when Michael arrived in the city. Which could only mean that this was planned, and the monster meant for Michael to see. Agnes was killed with a single wound behind her ear, and the witnesses said that there was no struggle. This was the first time the monster had killed in daylight. On her chest was a photo of herself and a piece of torn cloth which when I asked Michael, he said that it was his Jacket and, in his Jacket, he always carried a picture of Agnes. That was how the monster knew who to kill.

This loss has devastated us all and we decided to leave as soon as we could. Michael is devastated and in denial. He keeps staring at the Agnes’s engagement ring; when I asked him about it he showed me a date engraved on the inside of the ring; the date on which they got engaged ‘10th February 1777’; just a few days after she left us. Truly unfortunate, this. Thankfully there has been no death after this of Agnes. Leaving all this aside for the moment, I fear for the Michael’s health; he remains locked inside his room and has eaten little since then.