Entry 01: December 5 2897

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"Two mags of ammo, and one grenade left, we won't be holding out much longer. Gage went outside to try and collect some of Their guns. I don't think he's coming back, They're too smart to let us scavenge anything. They know we won't last without weapons. He'll go outside, and They'll be waiting for him. He probably won't have time to scream..."

"...I hate Them, I wish They had never been created. None of this would have happened, and we wouldn't be stuck inside this fortress, with no hope of survival. Every time I see One, I can barely move, I'm so scared. I hate the small ones the most. They'll sneak up on you, and rip your head off before you can even take a shot. They crawl all over the fortress at night, and I can hear Their claws clicking on the metal. I haven't slept for five days, I can't stand to close my eyes anymore, not even for sleep."

"...1:00 in the morning, all is quiet outside finally. Gage didn't come back, just like I expected..."

"...2:00, I can hear something moving outside, something huge, I suspect this is going to be our last stand. The rest of the team is standing near the airlock, guns locked and loaded. If something comes through, we waste it. I'll go back to the armory to grab my shotgun and our last hand grenade, if we're overwhelmed, at least we won't go out without a fight......"

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