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Seems to be some sort of diary.
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Quartermaster's Ledger, Date unknown
Our food stocks are depleted. We've only the dried wolf and rabbit meat left. Largely, we're left to chewing leather now. Our vests, our belts, our boots. We draw our last breaths. The huntsmen corps managed to trap two healthy squirrels and a gray gosling, not more than ten hours ago, I'd wager. It was not nearly enough to feed all the workmen. The ones in the mines had to be prioritized, as expected of their labor. Despite the additional meal, their health is declining. We are running out of options. Furthermore, Joseph, Barda, and Jarin were taken this day. They did not go willingly. The others might still have a chance. I have to believe so, for my own sake.
Our food stocks are depleted. We've only the dried wolf and rabbit meat left. Largely, we're left to chewing leather now. Our vests, our belts, our boots. We draw our last breaths. The huntsmen corps managed to trap two healthy squirrels and a gray gosling, not more than ten hours ago, I'd wager. It was not nearly enough to feed all the workmen. The ones in the mines had to be prioritized, as expected of their labor. Despite the additional meal, their health is declining. We are running out of options. Furthermore, Joseph, Barda, and Jarin were taken this day. They did not go willingly. The others might still have a chance. I have to believe so, for my own sake.
Quartermaster's Ledger, Date unknown
I had to tell Jarin's wife today. I had been gone from the shelters too long. We're losing them, as quickly as we lose everything else. The poor woman was half dead when I arrived. She will not last much longer. I stayed only long enough to convey my respect.
He was a good man. I would not be here this day without his aid. Nevertheless, I can do nothing for him or his kin. They are like so many of the others here.
Rest well, friend. I am sorry.
I had to tell Jarin's wife today. I had been gone from the shelters too long. We're losing them, as quickly as we lose everything else. The poor woman was half dead when I arrived. She will not last much longer. I stayed only long enough to convey my respect.
He was a good man. I would not be here this day without his aid. Nevertheless, I can do nothing for him or his kin. They are like so many of the others here.
Rest well, friend. I am sorry.
I've stopped counting days. Stopped counting time. All I know is every moment is the same - dark, cold, filled with fear and uncertainty. The work is heavy, my whole body aches. Maybe it will give up first.
We thought we knew what hunger was, yet nobody was prepared to face this merciless starvation. I could not dare wish this upon my greatest enemy. The feeling of emptiness is crushing me. I cannot tear it from my mind. With each passing day our strength wanes and our demise reaches closer.
Adelaide, my sunlight, I beg you forgive me. I have failed you.
Adelaide, my sunlight, I beg you forgive me. I have failed you.
Nobody knows if it's day or night. How can we know if we haven't been up there for weeks, maybe months? The light of the torches are so dim, but then again, what if I'm losing my sight?
Mark, my little brother, ever skeptical.
Our home above was lost long ago. Even if I wanted to, there is no clear path left for me to safely reach Maidentown. Infected don't last long out there, from what the hunters say. I had better take my chances here. As grim as it might look today, there is still hope for us. We must have faith. Trust in him and his deeds. He will succeed. He's the only one who can. Be patient and keep working as hard as you always do.
Love, Annie
Our home above was lost long ago. Even if I wanted to, there is no clear path left for me to safely reach Maidentown. Infected don't last long out there, from what the hunters say. I had better take my chances here. As grim as it might look today, there is still hope for us. We must have faith. Trust in him and his deeds. He will succeed. He's the only one who can. Be patient and keep working as hard as you always do.
Love, Annie
There was no mistake. It was the Rot. It is the Rot. And in the matter of days I will turn into Rot.
I told nobody. I simply left the shelter and walked out. The sun was just rising. It had been a heavy few months since the last time I saw the morning. But with the first rays of sunlight bleeding onto the earth, the gruesome sight of the land came into being. The horror I felt was beyond thought. What used to be a realm of withered plants and bare trees has sloughed into a putrid mass of horrid black sludge as far as my eyes can reach. The air was ripe with death. I can still taste it on my tongue. There were corpses in various stages of decay lying all over the ground. They made a nauseating sound, collapsing upon the weight of my footsteps.
But the worst part... the worst part of this nightmare was the total, unending silence. No trace of a breeze, no faint stirring of an insect. The Rot itself was dead, and thick static was all that remained. Extinction in its purest form was glaring into my deepest senses. I could take no more. Step by step I made my way back into the safety of the cave and collapsed onto the floor, sobbing, screaming, and ripping the skin away from my afflicted fingers. The vivid image of my body joining those tainted, rot-eaten remains was crippling me before the plague could. I wish I had never left these walls. No human should see what I saw.
I told nobody. I simply left the shelter and walked out. The sun was just rising. It had been a heavy few months since the last time I saw the morning. But with the first rays of sunlight bleeding onto the earth, the gruesome sight of the land came into being. The horror I felt was beyond thought. What used to be a realm of withered plants and bare trees has sloughed into a putrid mass of horrid black sludge as far as my eyes can reach. The air was ripe with death. I can still taste it on my tongue. There were corpses in various stages of decay lying all over the ground. They made a nauseating sound, collapsing upon the weight of my footsteps.
But the worst part... the worst part of this nightmare was the total, unending silence. No trace of a breeze, no faint stirring of an insect. The Rot itself was dead, and thick static was all that remained. Extinction in its purest form was glaring into my deepest senses. I could take no more. Step by step I made my way back into the safety of the cave and collapsed onto the floor, sobbing, screaming, and ripping the skin away from my afflicted fingers. The vivid image of my body joining those tainted, rot-eaten remains was crippling me before the plague could. I wish I had never left these walls. No human should see what I saw.
We can afford no compassion. If you suspect anyone of carrying the disease, steel yourself and lead them to the nearest gravesite. By force if necessary. One mistake and all is lost. We must be indomitable. We must be cruel beyond measure. Myself and your compatriots are no exception to this. If you should discover the rot upon you, do what is necessary. That is all.
Signed,
Marshal Durick Lawrence
Signed,
Marshal Durick Lawrence