friday, july 31st.
we've been walking for a bit, after Phaethon crashed we've been traveling to where we see smoke in hopes it's him and he's..at least alive, let's start there. lucas seems to know this island like the back of his hand so he's leading the way to the smoke. we've killed quite a few slug launchers that have been dropping down from trees trying to melt us, it's expected but these ones seem...mutated..they're larger in size than the ones we saw back in Oregon with the others before we came north, much more aggressive too. i'm going to stop writing so we can look more.
update: we found more of those strange rune panels. these ones were weird though, it was as if they were tempting us to grab them and math them with the other three, these ones also have some weird text carved in the back with an eyeball covering the entire panels front, lucas said that it was some native language of ancestral people who lived on this island, a tribe if you will. he said that this island may of been the start of the parapocalypse (not a creative name i know) he said after we docked here he left the ship when we were asleep and explored and found parasites like.. that damn guy eater mask. i hate that damn mask it took Robert from us i wanted to forget about it but it being here just reminded me of it's fucking existence. if lucas is right and there were natives here they probably executed people with that mask for treason or something.. i don't know my mind is just clouded- we see something on the path i'll write back later.
update two: it..it was a blood trail.. we followed it and..and we found oliver.. he's alive but he's..he's in critical condition, he's not hurt from a parasite he's hurt from shrapnel because we found Phaethon too, he's alive but his A-10 is destroyed and mangled, it's gonna take quite a bit to fix. he's with us now but he still refuses to take his helmet off and show his face. we're gonna head back now. before we go on our journey back i'm gonna throw out, the runes we kept with the eye on them is starting to glow purple. hope it's nothing. we're hearing whispers, as of right now we are on high alert. keep you updated.
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HorrorA lockdown story of a local businessman Henry Laurel trying to survive some parasites that have him stuck in and trying to hunt him down..