February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with h...
"Why do you always do that?" He asked, with a wince of his eyes, I could tell he was purposely holding back a laugh. "You're always so damn stupid, thinking you can escape like some miracle applies to you." "I've given up on miracles." I said, and he frowned, "What's the point of escaping, when you just can't keep y...
"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bot...