20170623
Dear Diary,
I’ve decided that I’m going to go and meet up with the groups hiding in the cinemas. I’ve been going over all my options since 0200 and I think this is what I have to do. It’s my safest bet.
If I stay here, I’ll need to leave eventually to get food and supplies. I’ve got the basics, but eventually I’ll run out of things like toilet paper and soap. It IS mostly safe here, the creature doesn’t run around tearing people from their rooms as much as it does tearing people apart who are just in its way. But if my choices are to stay here forever and starve to death, or go out there and get killed, they’re both pretty shitty.
No matter what, I have to go out there. If I stay here, I’ll die eventually. The choice is whether to make a one-off long journey or multiple small, quick journeys.
Really though, the longer journey is better. It’s more time being exposed in the short term, but less time in the long term. Assuming there is a long term plan.
I’ve plotted out the route. And I’ve used the scanner to make sure that everything is open. Apparently the bosses refuse to seal off parts of the ship to try and trap the monster, in case it decides to tear through the walls or something. They tried it once, it escaped with ease. I suppose a trapped monster is a lot scarier than a normal monster.
It’s still a monster though. People have been trying to explain it logically. I’ve been trying to see patterns in it and its actions. There are none. It’s like a gigantic random number generator, like a sadistic, backwards lottery where the prize is that you die. The only pattern anyone has seen is that it seems to target what it considers to be evil people. A lot of the people who died first had bad pasts, or were former criminals or things like that. Regardless of race. I’d say it seems to favour killing humans, but humans make up 50% of the ship so maybe it doesn’t.
There I go again, trying to make sense out of all of this. There’s no sense to be had. There’s death and bodies everywhere. There was one just down the hallway a few hours ago. There’ll be more. For all I know, this thing won’t stop until everyone’s dead!
I have already written a will, and I’ve written notes and put them in my pockets and stuff, telling people what to do if they find my body. If I don’t make it, at least anyone who finds me knows where I was going and heads there too.
And if I die alongside everyone else in the cinemas, then at least I don’t die alone. And at least I’ll have food. Because food makes me feel better in insane situations like this.
I’m planning to go in a few minutes, once I’ve packed as much as I can into my bag. The sooner I go, the less chance of the creature coming back. The longer I wait, the more likely it will come and find me because it won’t be able to find anyone else. Messages from the scanner suggest it’s on the other side of the ship right now. It’ll take about twenty minutes to get there.
This is my chance.
I’ll tell you when I get there.