Thursday, February 9, 2017

Journal 8

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 8:
This son of a bitch right here!!
Containment #132
Scientists had me cover this asshole with my company issued cattle prod while they fed it. Apparently they feed it every month a fresh pig (where are they getting all these pigs). Thing took a swipe at one of the eggheads when the pig got loose knocking him over; so I jabbed him in the (ribs?) with the prod. Contained #132 pinned me and was about to take me out of the fight for good.

Then out of freaking nowhere Jim comes in.

And I swear to GOD, no weapon, no nothing. Says “Jennifer, halt!.” Contained #132 stops its assault and cowers in the corner; scarred out of its mind.

Jim told me later he had special connection with contained #132 since it was brought in the same day he started.
The crazy part, he was completely in control, completely calm.

If I become half of what Jim is in my time here, it’s gonna be smooth sailing to a promotion, that’s for sure.

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