FOURTH
So I was looking through old files and stuff again and among all the boring cases of petty theft and armed robbery, I found something actually cool:
April 22nd
I really have no idea why we’re bothering anymore. The number of people left barely constitutes a force, but the chief always was a hard-ass. I’ll just keep doing what I have to, I suppose--as long as Carolyn is safe.
Chief gave me the key to the storeroom yesterday, though. I don’t know why. I suspect he doesn’t trust himself much anymore, but I’d crack under that much pressure too. Maybe he thinks I’ll be okay because I still have something to live for. Poor son of a bitch lost his whole family to that thing. I’ll keep it with me, though; keep it safe, from whoever I have to.
We still don’t know how far it’s reached. I put that letter in the mailbox; I don’t know why. I don’t think the postman’s coming anymore. So much for rain or sleet or dead of earth. Even if he still came, I don’t think he’d go that far north. On the water, too, or what’s left of it. Some strange things have been happening down there. Another week and I’m getting her out of there. I think there’s still room on Horton.
--Officer D. Wallace
I feel bad for the people who lived here before us, I guess because they knew what it was like before whatever happened happened. I guess "that thing" is the disease or whatever one of the doctors found notes on a while ago?
Anyway, Cybil, weren't you looking for the key to that room? Maybe there are more clues around.
[ooc: And so plot begins.]
April 22nd
I really have no idea why we’re bothering anymore. The number of people left barely constitutes a force, but the chief always was a hard-ass. I’ll just keep doing what I have to, I suppose--as long as Carolyn is safe.
Chief gave me the key to the storeroom yesterday, though. I don’t know why. I suspect he doesn’t trust himself much anymore, but I’d crack under that much pressure too. Maybe he thinks I’ll be okay because I still have something to live for. Poor son of a bitch lost his whole family to that thing. I’ll keep it with me, though; keep it safe, from whoever I have to.
We still don’t know how far it’s reached. I put that letter in the mailbox; I don’t know why. I don’t think the postman’s coming anymore. So much for rain or sleet or dead of earth. Even if he still came, I don’t think he’d go that far north. On the water, too, or what’s left of it. Some strange things have been happening down there. Another week and I’m getting her out of there. I think there’s still room on Horton.
--Officer D. Wallace
I feel bad for the people who lived here before us, I guess because they knew what it was like before whatever happened happened. I guess "that thing" is the disease or whatever one of the doctors found notes on a while ago?
Anyway, Cybil, weren't you looking for the key to that room? Maybe there are more clues around.
[ooc: And so plot begins.]