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[public journal entry]
I find it hard to shift the shadow of the experiment I was involved in when the first thing I see when I move into the house they assigned to me is a computer with journalling capabilities. It brings back memories, ones I'd prefer to forget if I'm being honest. And why not be honest - apparently we're here for counselling and reintegration, as well as the fact that they feel they can't just let us go. International red tape or something.
I'm well aware of the fact that my experiences have left me somewhat paranoid - I doubt that I am the only one. Maybe I am more than most though - even escaping the house didn't allow us to escape the experiment, after all. Though 'escaping the house' isn't exactly accurate. 'Removed from the house and dumped in the woods' would be more truthful.
But, I'm here, I'm alive. For that I imagine I should be thankful. And I'll make efforts to carry on and rebuild my life.
To all of you I haven't met - hello, my name is Dave Peterson and I'm a doctor. I'll be working in the ER at the hospital. Let's hope none of you really need me.
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Hiya, Doctor Dave. Fancy seeing you here. Breathing and all. Which is pretty crazy what with us all being told you were dead and everything. So, hey. Nice to see you're not a corpse.
I'm dead? Really? That's... news to me, actually. Obviously I'm very much alive - so, waht to tell em the story behind that one?
You guys left, or that's what we were told. The scientists were dicks about it, that's for damn sure. Fun times. Then we were told you all croaked. So who else isn't dead? It was you, Lina, Kales and his woman who up and disappeared then 'died'. Should I be looking for other non-corpsified folks? Kind of calls into question everyone else's deaths, doesn't it?
We didn't leave - one morning after the house burned down we woke up in the middle of nowhere, been walking ever since. I'd prefer not to discuss it over journals at the moment though, if you want to talk, my number is in the book.
As much as I'm sure you're excellent at your chosen profession, Dr. Peterson, I sincerely hope that you have few, if any, emergencies to deal with. I should introduce myself - my name is Dale, and I was in Experiment D.
You're not the only one who thinks that - hopefully this will be a quiet year. Nice to meet you Dale. i don't know much about experiment D. Until recently I didn't even realise there were more than us out there.
We were underground (presumably) since the very beginning. Unless one of my crew knows something I don't, none of us have seen daylight since then. As a doctor, you may be interested to know we tend to be a very brittle group - we break bones easily.
Actually, yes, that's very interesting - thank you. I take it then that you didn't have any false light to make up for the lack of sunlight?
There were some lights, but apparently it wasn't enough or we didn't use them enough - assuming we used them at all, as I can't speak for everyone in the group. I know that we were given vit. D supplements - which I did take, though again, I can't speak for everyone. And I can safely say that sunlight is definitely no longer my friend.
Aw man, not this shit again. Flashback. Where the fuck did they put you, anyway? I'm right next to the goddamn gas station. Scenic.
Short Street - which, looking at the map, is on the south side of town, near the park. You any idea where Jason is? I haven't heard anything from him yet. And, have you heard - I'm meant to be dead (which you'll know if you read above...). Pretty spritely for a ghost, aren't I :-)
Elm Street. The irony is not lost on me. Figures, you get a park, and I get a gas station. Subtle. Even I can read that one: get to work, grease monkey! Haven't talked to Jason yet. As for ghosts, I think we're all meant to be dead. But yeah, I read. That's pretty fucked up. Guess a few people are going to be disappointed.
Or they could be putting you near where you'll work - did you get the same work lecture I did? 'We'd like you to establish a regular working pattern blah blah blah' - like I hadn't been working at the house or anything. And like I wouldn't have kept working if the bastards hadn't seen fit to throw us out into the woods. So, whatever, I have a job in the hospital - not that the put me anywhere near there, but from what I see it's a damn small town and I have a car in the garage. Checked that out, though I still have to look round the rest of this place. Seems nice enough though.
Yeah, I got that too. I'll pick up a job at the garage, since I think we all know cop's out of the question. Less pressure this way anyway. Wait a minute, they gave you a car? Fuckers. I don't even have a garage. I already ordered parts for custom work. I'm gonna be busy.
...Yes. Car, house (which, honestly - far too big for one person), job.You know, it's weird, being alone in the house. You and Jason really have to come over one night. It's too quiet here, though Prophet helps - he's already setting to destroying one of the beds. Though, really, I'm thinking of turning that room into a study anyway. Three bedrooms for one person is beyond a joke.
...Three bedrooms. You really disgust me. No, sorry, they disgust me. Way to remind us of the natural order of the outside world. Who needs a drink?
When have you known me ever to refuse a drink? So, what'd they give you?
Shit furniture from the 50s and my own stuff back? That's about it. Got two bedrooms, that's about it. Small place.
There's only one of you - do you need a bigger place? Better than a room... Or sleeping on the ground.
If you wanna come by, just stop in. I should be getting my work schedule tomorrow, if you wanted a copy. Or... Anywy, yeah. How's Coeus adapting?
Again, principal of the thing. It is a definite improvement from sleeping on the ground. I think. Mattress is older than I am. Least I've proven I can sleep anywhere.
I'll stop in later, I want to explore anyway. Coeus is good, but Coeus was probably the least disturbed out of all of us the past few months. He's just along for the ride and ready to intimidate. I moved him out into the living room where he can sit in front of the main window and make passerbys piss themself. I take it Prophet doesn't understand this house bullshit yet?
Prophet in a house? Honestly I'm surprised he's still here. I let him out into the garden a while back and I' waiting for rabbits carcases to be dumped on the stoop...
That reminds me to look into snares to continue Coeus on the diet to which he's become accustomed. Man, my neighbors are going to love me.
You know Prophet, he could probably keep Coeus in that style, no problems - I'll pass everything over...
Much appreciated, as always you are the dead animal pimp. And people wonder how we're friends.
Friends? We're... friends. Shit. And here was I thinking we were just Jason's pet project...
We just spent five months in the woods together, Doc. Don't tell me you're getting soft on me now.
Jason will be so proud.
Oh, well there you were just another boy scout. Now we're back in civilisation - is everything going to change? Or are we good? :-)
Just because we're in civilization doesn't mean I'm civilized. Or ever have been. I'd say we're safe as we ever have been.
Sorry if that doesn't give me a huge amount of confidence. I know it was a while back now, but I still remember the black eye. Could we not be better than we've ever been? If not... Could I be forewarned? The trek seems a little surreal now. Some bits of it more than others, but, yeah. Half a world away...
Point taken. We're better. I've long since graduated into beating on other people. Besides, why would I beat on the doc that patches me back together and gives me dead animals?
Yeah, face it - I'm just that good. Whatever would you do without me?
Fortunately, it doesn't look like we'll have to find out any time soon.
Oh hey look, you're not dead. Super. How's it hangin', Doc?
Amazing, isn't it - they forgot to tell me I was dead. Or that any of us were meant to be. Though... Things didn't exactly go great out there and be careful with Jason, okay? If you want the story, I'm in the book - I'd prefer not to discuss this over journals.
Yeah, I guess falling down a cliff, dying trying to rescue the person who fell down the cliff, and then two more dying of starvation might've done it if any of it were true. Or is it - anyone do any impromptu cliff-diving?
I talked to him this afternoon. Same deal here - if you want the skinny on the time you missed, you can look me up. I'm not going into it here.
There were cliffs. There was diving. Nobody died though and nobody starved. Glad you've talked to Jason.
Voluntary cliff diving? Because if so, I'm jealous. Glad to hear nobody died or starved or was eaten by rabid bears. Bears are the #1 threat to America, you know.
He and I are neighbors. How fucking bizarre is that? Elm Street is where the party's at, what what.
Hey, cliff diving can be fun, you know. As for bears - good job we're not in the US really, isn't it? And seems everyone's on Elm Street but me.
Hey, I said I was jealous, didn't I? I would totally go cliff diving. Or skydiving. I'll bet bears are a threat to Russia, too. Especially out in the middle of fucking nowhere.
What do you mean, 'everyone's on Elm Street but me'? I haven't looked at the directory yet.
Well, so far, You, Jason, Lina. I've heard from Janie, but I don't know where she lives. I'm on Short Strett -south side of town. No bears.
Well, fuck, I didn't know she was a neighbor. I'll have to see about borrowing a cup of sugar sometime.
I'm sure you could always put in for a transfer if you get lonely, Doc. Just because you can't see the bears doesn't mean they're not in camo and stealth mode. Waiting.
Hey, apaprently I got the cushy deal out of this one. I might stay right where I am. Camo bears or no.
So what you're saying is that you're offering your house up for our parties? Generous of you.
Did I say that? I don't think I did. I said I'm staying here, nobody else was mentioned. Anyway, didn't think you were exactly a party animal...
You've been gone for months. Things change. I'm totally into the party scene now. Give me some cheap vodka and expensive coke and I'm a happy girl. I'm like the Lindsay Lohan of Assfuck, Russia.
(Please note I am not serious. Except about maybe crashing your place just because I can. Don't lie, you missed my sparkly personality.)
And apparently I've risen from the dead. Things change. And - my dog would probably hate your dog. You've been warned. He's kind of protective. And likes killing things.
You have a dog now? Copycat. Funnily enough, my dog is also kind of protective. I haven't let him kill things yet, but he'd probably enjoy it.
Dog, cat..
Actually, it's not so much I got a dog, as a dog got me - he found me and has refused to leave ever since. And there's less of a 'let' as... Actually, as we needed food and he was a damn good hunter.
Ah-ha, so that's your secret. Crafty.
I didn't even realize there was a real hospital. That's kind of comforting, if anything goes wrong? I remember you, from before you all were taken out of the House. I'm glad you're okay, and didn't really die.
What, you don't want to discuss our shared trauma in public, Doc? Shocking.
Also, yeah, apparently, we were dead. Interesting. You with Katalina, or not with running bets on who wishes that were still the case?
And sure am glad you fuckers continue to use my name over and over in full view of the public. Never should have told any of you assholes what it was.
So you got a nice house, and the rest of us are shoved over onto Elm Street, with shit houses. That's fair. But then again I suppose I got my machete back. So it's appropriate if nothing else. In theory.
Since you have issues with public, how about i just call you later?
Sounds good. Maybe I'll wander over to the good side of town. Katalina's coming by in a bit. But I'll see you at some point.