Outer Sanctum Security Post NR755.

Peninsular Malaysia.

Personnel Log

Name: Cajun Hans Kar Chun

Age: 21

Status: Class 3 Transport Personnel

Entry: 0016 Hours, 20^th September 2011, Friday.

I’m beat today. The Chief rounded us up to clear the unused supply crates at the facility storehouses today to make way for the transport and supplies. It was a big mess, and we’re not only dealing with supply crates. There were also cargo containers, broken machinery and two unused big ass water tanks (why it was in the storehouses still baffled us). There were several bodies too, found trapped behind wooden crates and inside most of the cargo containers. Most of them were military personnel, but we also found a few bodies that we presumed were some of the Demented killed during the March 3^rd upsurge. Jim found a poor soul that seemingly had gnawed at his own wrists till death. I figured that he must’ve been infected, but the chief said that sometimes someone can become a Demented without an infection. I couldn’t agree less.

We discarded the bodies into the incinerator alongside with a few others found scattered around the post. NR755 was said to be housing 200 or so soldiers before its capture, but there were only 32 dead bodies found and 21 of them were military personnel. I believe the remaining 168 soldiers must’ve become the Demented, and had left.

We caught up with a couple of the tech guys at the canteen who wanted some of Lawrence Hanky’s VIVID videos (which I traded in for some Pall Mall). Since they had to re-wire up the entire facility, I asked them what’s our superiors hiding from us, but they said the re-wire work was only at the basement and main control panel at the entrance which is nowhere near the interior. They hinted that their chief knew, though, which prompted me to badger the Chief later when we were parking the trucks into the storehouses, and he made me wash the bunker toilets for asking.

Carl from the infantries stopped by our bunker to trade out some booze he found at the A bunkers (a six-pack for the Playboy Playmate specials, and I threw in a Devon movie for good measure). Apparently the infantry guys know nothing about the facility too. The secrecy is bugging me somehow, like there’s some secret experiment of sorts or something. I mean, there are the scientists, and the unknown cargo we transferred. Maybe they’re working out something about the Demented, but don’t they have a lab somewhere at the Haven?

Sometime at 10 p.m. some rogue Demented hammered at our eastern walls. We could hear the howling from the bunker, and then the gunshots when the snipers picked them off. It was unsettling, and what followed was a silence that lingered like after a funeral… hymns from the great beyond. It struck me that the Demented were once humans… in fact, they are humans in every way. Just soulless, and mindless. The monster within all of us, when the mind and soul fails to govern our bodies.

I miss Emily, and I hope that she’s alright. The satellite phones aren’t fixed yet.