All I know

Entry 2

Hi, I'm back. So I just took a nap and I heard a knock on the door. Oh! You're asking why that's important! Well you see, I DON'T HAVE A DOOR. I kinda have a door but it is made of a metal called tungsten. (the strongest metal ever) So now I am hiding in my room with Socks because he gets scared. Oh! It stopped! Let me go look. Omg there is a note, there is a note, there is a note! What do I do! Ugh, this is going to be one of those like creepy movies and I am going to need more therapy. Okay, I am going to go read it, give me a sec.

Logan Rachel Shepherd, Please come out with your hands in the air.
-U.S Military

WHAT? HOW DO THEY KNOW MY NAME! ALSO, I CAN'T "come out with my hands in the air" BECAUSE THE DOOR DOESN'T WORK!! WHAT DO I DO?! Hold on. I need to think. Wait! I can write a note back! It's a really genius way of saying something without saying something.

I can't because the door doesn't open. I think there is a remote somewhere in here. Also, why are you guys here and what have I done?
-Logan

I just slipped the note in the slot for the paper mail so now I am going to go look for the remote. My grandpa told me a story about how to open the door but I can't remember it. Hmm let me think. Oh! It's in the shoebox under my crib! (I don't sleep in a crib anymore). Found it! Okay, now which button... was it red or blue... One blows up the place and one opens the door. Jk, jk, The other one just opens the vents. Well let me try red. Nope, that opened the vents. Okay now blue, perfect! It worked. Brb the military wants to talk to me.
Okay, I am back, they want to take me to their base (Area 51. Why does it sound familiar?) I said no but I am not sure I have a choice. I am supposed to be packing up but I don't want to leave. I've lived here my whole life. I am going to go talk to them; hopefully I don't have to leave. Ok so they said I am a witness to a kidnapping even though I haven't left the bunker my whole life. They are leaving an agent with Socks. I don't want him getting scared so I left him his favorite toy. I am now riding in the back of a military truck. I wish it had windows; I have always wanted to see outside of the bunker, but it was too dangerous. We just arrived. I am now in the interviewing room. Again, no windows, just a stone room with a table, two chairs, a mirror, and a hook where I am handcuffed to. The guy who I think is a general (His name is Jason E. Timmons, or I assume General Timmons) just said someone will be with me shortly. General Timmons and two other people just walked in. I'll update you soon.