Journal 21

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 21

God in heaven…

The SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) made it back from New Mexico…

No creatures today, all contained were put into lock-down, all security were called to the cargo garage to help carry in the wounded. The SRC managed to actually capture whatever did this, the boys upstairs are studying it right now from what I hear…

I don’t know if I’d call it a success; early reports say we’ve lost over 32% of our field agents capturing this thing. Some of the higher level security are down here helping the wounded also, rumor has it the top brass are putting this mess all on Captain C. Montgomery Maul. (Guess that explains why he’s not here; means he must have survived, not sure if living with what he must have seen is better or worse).

The Contained that did this, God what could have done this? Huge chunks are missing from these poor agents.

There is so much blood on my hands, I was moving bodies, I’m sure some of them were dead, JESUS, I know some of them were dead… Just had to take a break, draw, and clear my mind. I wonder if my guard made it, I promised I’d draw her something if she got back. She had to ok right?

Then this last agent, (GOD I think they were missing a part of their brain) grabbed me as I was helping another carry his leg and arm.

The agent didn’t let go of me…Just said…

“Don’t t-trus… I-I-Idiaaa …Ya-a-a D-Draa Koo”

And with that, they were gone.