The monkey has been separated from it's group. It remains close to
the water source and can gather what food it needs. It has been
quiet for several days. Instead of vocalising, it seems to be
imagining vocalisations in its mind. There is also activation of
the auditory network.
Day 12:
Whatever the animal is communicating with is making it anxious.
It seems that it tries to create some kind of stories around the
objects around it. There has been angry vocalisations at random
objects. At one point the monkey was seen smashing a fruit with
it's fists.
Day 31:
The monkey has lost responsiveness to the real world inputs. It
seems to be listening to something. It doesn't vocalise anymore.
It has a strange downcast stare.
Day 43:
We had to get in and remove the malnourished animal. It is on
the IV, unconscious. The experiment was cancelled.
Day 51:
The monkey was returned to the group cage. It remains less active
than the others. It has eaten some.
Day 52:
One of the nurses has disappeared. He was last seen with the
monkey yesterday at the hospital wing.
Day 53:
The search for the nurse continues. He had upturned his room and
stolen some of our emergency supplies.
Day 55:
The doors to the group cage were opened during the night. Several
employees were injured in the chaos that ensued as the monkeys
rummaged through the facility. They found a way out through the
garage. We don't expect they survived the night. On the monkey
cage wall there was a message, written with human feces: "It's
a crime".
Day 56:
One of the injured employees died during an improvised surgical
operation. The HO got back with a message to "hang in there".
They are sending a ship but it is likely to take weeks to get
here through the ice.
Day 60:
As expected, the escaped monkeys were found dead. They had tried
to keep warm huddling around a transformer in a mine shaft.
We have shut down the laboratory wing and the garage. The rest
of the employees are on edge. They think "the silent one" is still
alive. That's what they call the sub-vocalising monkey. It was
not found with the rest. We haven't found the nurse either. There
have been more messages painted with feces around the base, but
I expect it's the employees. They are in a strange mood. I have
taken a habit of sleeping in my cabin's bathroom. I feel more
comfortable behind two locked doors.
Day 83:
The zombies destroyed another solar panel. That's how I call the
employees these days. Those fuckers are just creeping around the
base in groups of eight to twelve people, ripping stuff up and
tossing it about. I tried to talk to them and almost got hit with
an antenna.
Day 92:
The zombies found the silent one! They had ripped through the
lower levels, coming up to the old grid tunnels. Amongst the
century old high voltage cables they found it. It really spooked
them. Some of them seem to have snapped out of their depressive
state and are now seemingly very productive, going around,
carrying things, and apparently building something, but I know
it's just another coping strategy. Tell you what, I don't trust
any of these people. Their stories of the silent one. Well, they
don't add up. And besided, most of them are really quite
incoherent. More like drunkards than scientists. I guess none of
us have really been on our best behaviour lately.
Day 94:
I've been talking to the builders. I've also counted them. Since
this whole disaster started we have lost at least sixty people.
It is unclear how many of them stayed down there with the silent
one. The builders are convinced that the silent one has some
power that "took over" an amount of the zombies. I am sorry, I
feel embarrassed calling them that, considering the circumstances.
They are our fellow researchers, after all. It's just, I was so
frustrated with their absurd mission earlier that the name stuck,
that's all.
The builders saw the nurse too. He also had gotten very quiet,
they told me. He didn't speak anymore, but he had written a lot.
Day 102:
I am not sure anymore if the builders are not taken over as well.
They are so focused on their mission, it's like the zombies, just
more hectic. They have collected the food rations to themselves
and I am too scared to go ask them for some.
Day 109:
Whatever it is, it is finished now. They re-routed the electricity
and shut down anything that isn't connected to their structure.
That includes my cabin. The drinking water is frozen already.
Day 110:
I think I lost consciousness for a while. I have made a tent out
of the bedding, and keeping it warm with a liquid fuel burner.
I can hear rhythmic thumping through the structure. Falling asleep
I see the silent one, sitting there in the cave among the cables,
staring down, with its secretary writing the gospel on the walls.
What the hell happened? Where is the boat?
Day ?:
I'm in a hospital. They tell me I was in a coma. They are running
some tests. It seems they might think it was some sort of a
contagion. It's hard to say. I am just happy to be somewhere warm.
They say the doctor will come soon.
Day ? + 1:
I have been sleeping a lot. Yesterday I fell asleep before the
doctor made his round. I think I feel stronger today. I found out
I lost a toe to frostbite. Well at least I got out. I don't know
if anyone else made it. My vision is still quite foggy.
Day ? + 2:
I still haven't seen the doctor. They say he thought I was asleep
again when he passed through yesterday. I tried to get out of the
bed but I am too weak.
Day ? + 3:
I am getting paranoid. It seems there is actually no one here
except for me and the two nurses who take turns coming in to
fix my drip at intervals. I still can't get up. I can hardly
lift my head up.
Day ? + ?
I spend my days staring at the ceiling and talking to myself
inside my mind. I don't know what they did to me. I think it must
be that stupid monkey who put them up to this. I'm probably still
at the research center. This is what they built.
