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18.9.2020 - 7:34 PM - Somewhere in the US - Toni
Don’t fall asleep.
It has come to be my mantra.
Don’t fall asleep.
It’s my 16th day without sleep.
Don’t fall asleep.
That’s all our lives are now.
Don’t fall asleep.
Living in fear of that thing.
Don’t fall asleep.
We don’t know where it came from.
Don’t fall asleep.
We don’t know what it wants.
Don’t fall asleep.
All we know is that it kills when its victim is asleep.
Don’t fall asleep.
We’re taking doses of modafinil to stay awake.
Don’t fall asleep.
But it’s starting to lose its effect.
Don’t fall asleep.
I don’t know how long we can last like this.
Don’t fall asleep!
1.9.2020 - 17 Days before - Toni
It was just a normal day for everyone. Everyone was going about their daily lives. For me, that was assembling tech for weather satellites. I should have seen the signs. Livestock dropping dead unexpectedly, spontaneous extreme storms, crops dying out without explanation. The government wrote it off as global warming, but I think they’re hiding something. I think they know exactly what’s going on. I think… they brought this upon us. Because, how often do people just start dropping dead overnight? Not very often, right? Well, that happened that night. Fortunately, I managed to get out of my dream before that thing got to me. But others? They weren’t so lucky. The next day, looking at the demographics, I’d say about 25% of the US Population died in their sleep because of that thing. And only on the first night! I don’t know what it is, and I’ve been awake for 16 days. But I’m sure the government knows what it is. I’m sure they are working on a cure or at least a solution. But, it’s possible everyone in the government was killed because of that thing, especially if the government made that thing. It looks almost humanoid, but also alien at the same time. Every time I’ve seen it, it’s been wearing grey, tattered clothes, and it’s always been hunched over as if it were a hunchback. It almost looks like Gollum in a way. But a dark, twisted version of him. Bright, yellow, glowing eyes. I also see dried, bloody splotches on it every time I’ve seen it. It’s terrifying. This is why we’re living in fear of that thing. All this is leaving me wondering though; did the government unleash this on us?
15.8.2020 - 33 days before - Government Lab - Bruce
We’ve made a big mistake! All those experiments, all those injections- all for nought! Subject 17A35C has escaped! We don’t know where he’s going, or what he’ll do, but in his time here, he’s shown violent tendencies. The world is not safe! I repeat, the world is not safe!
While not particularly dangerous now, who knows how powerful he’ll become or how much havoc he’ll cause? More urgently though, how many people is he going to murder? And how?
30.7.2020 - Day 15 of experimentation - 5:16 PM - Bruce
Vitals seem okay. Subject 17A35C is mumbling incoherently. Breathing seems normal. Subject is twitching involuntarily, almost as in a spasm, but it’s not as violent or as frequent as a spasm. More like he is twitching at random intervals, sometimes with a gap of seconds, sometimes with a gap of milliseconds. But either way, it is not natural twitching.
Vitals are spiking! This could mean the end of all our experiments! All those experiments, all those injections - all for nought! I shout: ‘Quick! Someone sedate him!’ My assistant, Sarah, rushes forward with the sedative, triazopam(a combination of triazolam and diazepam) and attempts to inject it into Subject 17A35C. It looks like… I… can't see what's going on.
30.7.2020 - Day 15 of experimentation - 5:16 PM - Noel
Bruce is observing Subject 17A35C. He looks at the monitor, goes back to taking notes, then does a double-take.
'Quick! Someone sedate him!' he shouts.
The assistant to my right, Sarah, rushes forward with a shot of triazopam. The subject and Sarah get into a little skirmish. It goes on for a minute or so before Sarah is thrown into Bruce. Rushing over, I whisper' I'll take it from here.' I then proceed to attempt to shoot the subject with my tranquillizer gun. But, for some reason, it doesn't work. If anything, it makes him stronger. This calls for some further research…
30.7.2020 - Collection Day - 6:00 AM - Bruce
I ride out in my Tesla, patrolling town for potential test subjects. When I find a suitable candidate, I stop out of sight and get out and walk towards them, concealing the triazolam I will inevitably inject into them, but only after they ask me what I'm doing. I reply with: "I'm taking you to a better place", then inject the triazolam into them.
After that, I take them to Detainment Wing 3A, which is located in the north wing of our lab. Then, tomorrow, Sarah and Noel will do checkups on all of them to see if they're healthy. We don't want them to die prematurely of COVID-19.
Now, as of right now I've collected 19 possible subjects. But I think I see one right around the corner here…
29.7.2020 - Checkup Day - Noel
Yesterday, Bruce picked up a bunch of possible test subjects. Kera Fennel, Hugo Sanchez, Charleen True, and 27 others. Of course, we will be pretty thorough and very cautious about how we proceed when doing the checkups. But it is mine and Sarah's jobs to do checkups on every single one of them.
29.7.2020 - Checkup Day - 6:00 PM - Sarah
It's been 12 hours, and Noel and I have completed the checkups. It looks like all of them are ready to go, but I think we should have them in individual quarantine for a day, just in case they get sick in that period. If they get through the day of quarantine, they can go to Detainment room 3A, in the North Wing.
30.7.2020 - Day 1 of experimentation - 6:00 AM - Bruce
All 30 candidates that I picked up have been approved. They’ve all made it through the 12-hour quarantine, and thus are eligible for testing. We plan to give them a dose of modafeine, a combination of modafinil and caffeine, and observe how their bodies react. We’re trying to create a new, stronger stimulant drug, one that can be created at home if you have easy access to modafinil and caffeine. Not coffee caffeine. Pure caffeine.
30.7.2020 - Day 1 of experimentation - 6:00 PM - Bruce
Shortly after my previous entry, I started administering the modafeine. So far, in every subject but 17A35C, they have either shown no reaction or acted as if it is a depressant. 17A35C is the only one who reacted as if the modafeine was a stimulant. I find it quite interesting how the others show no reaction or act as if it’s a depressant while 17A35C acts like it’s a stimulant. This could call for some further research…
2.8.2020 - Day 4 of experimentation - 6:00 PM - Noel
Every day, Bruce has been giving all the test subjects one dose of modafeine. Whereas most of them showed no reaction or negative reactions to the drug, he tells me that 17A35C is the only one to have acted as if it were a stimulant. One thing I think that he forgot to mention was that on the 1st day of experimentation, 10 subjects died within minutes of exposure to the drug. And every subsequent day, it’s been taking about a third of the subjects’ lives. Now we know that there’s a one out of 3 chance that if you take this drug, you die. But that’s only on 4 days of experimentation. Maybe we’ll know more once we have more data. But now there are 10 subjects left: 17A30A, 17A31B, 17A32D, 17A33E, 17A34G, 17A35C, 17A36J, 17A37I, 17A38L, and 17A39H. We will see how they fare in later days of experimentation.
10.8.2020 - Day 12 of experimentation - 6:00 PM - Sarah
Since Bruce got sick, I’ve taken over his position. It is now me who administers the doses of modafeine. If you didn’t already know this, there are 6 subjects left: 17A32D, 17A34G, 17A35C, 17A36J, 17A37I and 17A38L. The rest have died from exposure to the modafeine. Their reactions were: No reaction, reacted as if it were a depressant, acted as if it were a stimulant, and died shortly after exposure to the drug respectively. (32D, 34G, 35C, 36J-38L). The most interesting case was Subject 17A35C. He acted as if the drug was a stimulant, and even started mumbling incoherently. It sounded as if he was hallucinating; he said stuff like: ‘stop it’ to the air, ‘get out of my head’ and stuff like that. And then there were 3.
11.8.2020 - Day 13 of experimentation - 6:00 PM - Sarah
Since Bruce isn’t back yet, I have continued administering the modafeine. Only Subject 17A34G died due to exposure to the modafeine. The other subjects’ reactions stay the same.
12.8.2020 - Day 14 of experimentation - 6:00 PM - Noel
Sarah seems to have gotten sick, so I have taken over the administration of the modafeine. Lately, I’ve noticed that Subject 17A35C didn’t want to have the modafeine injected into him. ‘It brings the voices into my head,’ he mumbles. ‘I don’t like it when the voices come.’ What this means, I have no idea. It’s probably just hallucinations.
When I came back this evening, I noticed that Subject 17A32D was lying in her cell, lifeless and not moving, but very occasionally, twitching. But the post-mortem type of twitching, you know? The electrical shock applied to muscles kind of twitching. And then I look across the hall and I see that 17A35C’s cell bars are twisted and bent. How did he bend the bars? I wonder. The bars were a stainless steel/tungsten carbide alloy! I wonder… was it the modafeine?
14.8.2020 - Day 16 of experimentation - 6:00 AM - Bruce
Both Sarah and I have gotten better, but the news that surprised me most was Noel's theory on how 17A35C murdered 17A32D. The two seemed to get along nicely when I observed them. I don't see any motive at all. And Noel tells me there is some modafeine missing. Could 17A35C be addicted to our drug?
28.7.2020 - Collection Day - 6:00 AM - Hugo
I've heard that there's a person patrolling town for people like me. I hear him approaching, and so I try to hide away, but he notices me and continues his approach. I attempt to shrink into the shadow, but that still doesn't work.
'What are you doing?' I ask when he approaches me.
'Simply taking you to a better place.' He replies.
I feel a sharp pain in my side, then my world goes black.
29.7.2020 - Checkup Day - 6:00 PM - Hugo
I wake up, groggily checking my surroundings and notice I'm in a jail cell of sorts. It's fine and all, but the only thing that confuses me is… I've not broken any laws. Bent them, yes, but broken them? No.
The prison is full of hubbub. 'Good evening Hugo Sanchez!' the inmate across the hall says to me. 'I'm Inmate 6, or 17A32D as they call me. They'll call you 17A35C, so don't be surprised when they give you a number.'
'How do you know my name?' I ask since that's the only thing that confuses me.
'I… don't know myself. I guess it's sort of… intuition.' She replies.
At this point, the prison has quieted down, but we haven't noticed yet.
'Well, your… intuition correctly gave you my first and last name.'
'Well, I guess I'm just —'She starts to say. A third voice cuts her off before she can finish.
'17A32D! 17A35C! Chatting time is over! You can flirt in the morning!' The voice interjects, eliciting snickers from around the room.
He leaves. I notice Six is deep in concentration.
Hello. I hear her voice in my head. I skitter back into the corner of my cell, startled. After a couple of seconds, I shoot her a look that says, 'Was that you?'
Yes, this is my talking. I thought your initial reaction was funny. Thanks for the amusement. She says.
I motion around the room with my hand, signifying 'Can the others do this?'
She shakes her head. Only we can do this.
Only we can do this, huh? So that would mean that, by extension, I'm also able to do this.
Can you… hear this? I ask.
Yes.
How is this possible? I thought that telepathy was supposed to be impossible.
Honestly, I don't know. It might be the drug they administered to us.
You mean the sedative?
I mean the prototype 'stimulant' that they give us every day around this time.
And at that moment, the guard who interrupted Six comes in. 'Up and at 'em, lazy-eyes!' He shouts to the general public. To Six and I, he mutters, 'Looks like you two lovebirds haven't fallen asleep.' This elicits a few snickers from the inmates to our left and right. 4, 5, 8, and 9, I'd assume they'd be since I'm Inmate 7. 'Time for Dose 1!' he shouts. 5 more guards come in with bags full of… syringes, I think? The guards come into our cells and inject the contents into us. When it comes my turn, I feel hyper and awake afterwards. Apart from Six, everyone else looks more tired. Six shows no change in behaviour.
After a few minutes, I notice that 4 people on her side are dead.
There are 6 dead on your side, if that's what you're wondering. // She informs me. So that's 10 dead… There's a 1/3 mortality rate then.
For the sake of future conversations, what should I calk you?// I ask her.
Call me Hillary. she replies.
