We lost Contact with the surface today. A few garbled messages about being attacked, Something was wrong though. We surfaced in San Fransico for a look. It was wrong. Everything was wrong. Imagine the pictures of the apocolypse and imagine them actually happening. Smoke billowed into the sky from the taller buildings. Boats were raced upon the shore. It was...
At first we thought it was a 'qauke and all. It being San Fransisco, The buildings were still standing. What happened?
Captain Summers submerged the sub after that. We left the bay.
Time for my shift to start.
We celebrated American Independence yesterday. A small party in the mess area. We have gotten some radio transmissions in the past two days, however. Before that it was nothing. Even satillite coms died out.
"Red Queen to Shi-Hulud."
"Shi-Hulud we copy."
"Procede to coridinates L-45 for further orders."
And that was it. No time to ask what was going on. Just enough time to set course for Iceland. It would take two months to get there, to round the cape and head north. Summers said he didn't want to take the Canal. Don't blame him really, With San Fran still on our minds we dont want to risk it.
I am a Engineer, So I don't have very many moments of free time. Those that I have are very nice. Most of the time I write in this, others read books, play cards whatever you expect people to do on a submarine.
I can tell they are getting jumpy. late to duty, make smart remarks to the officers. I have been a little jumpy to whatever could to that to San Fran is very bad. And why are we going to Iceland?
24:00 hours, time to go.
We picked up a old fashioned SOS yesterday. A cruise ship had sent it near Peru. We went to investigate.
We rescued 14 People
4 of them insane.
The rest didn't make it. We found those people clinging to bits of debree the ship...went down.
The 14 people could be called insane as well I supose. They insist that a group of cannibals had boarderd the ship and started killing everyone left and right. They swear that the cannibals were demons and couldn't be killed.
The other four must have been the cannibals they talked about. They had been covered in blood when we pulled them in and tried us. We put them in a little brig we formed near the engine room. Which to tell you the truth makes a little nervous. They dont even act human. They won't eat, they won't drink and their eyes....
Their eyes are white as a snow storm in Montana and they just don't respond to words. Even with the funny- farm jackets we managed to put them in they still scare me.
Rounded Cape Horn today. No other boats or radio contacts since last updates. 18 still on board. No progress in communicating with cannibals.
Crewman O'Ryan was bitten by them today. He was walking by and they lunged and bit him. One of them managed to tear a peice of shoulder off him and consume it before we could pull it off.
O'Ryan is still in the Med bay.
Summers has decided to drop off the cannibals at the next stop. Very smart.
You see O'Ryan goes to engineering to. He is second shift.
That could have been me.
We have ended up naming the cannibals.
George. He is the most agressive and the one who atacked O'Ryan. He is middle aged and a litte chubby. He doesn't speak.
Samantha. The only female in the group and if she wasn't a cannibal she would be a nice peice of ass. But I am probably saying that because I have been in this god damn boat for too long. Its been so long since I have seen the sun!
Then there are Steven And Steven. Both of them use to be twins, well technically are still twins. They look exactly the same. We don't know either of their real names. And the 14 survivors refuse to even go near them.
Well thats all for now.
O'Ryan Died today. Doc said it was from some kind of infection. He tried everything he had short of amputation. It didn't work.
Mitchal and Harison frenzied themselves into a vigilante like state and shot George three times in the chest with their side arms.
It didn't kill him!
Sweet mother it didn't kill them! Three shots with a 9mm should have put him down flat. But he didn't even bleed. The doc came over and said that the reason they didn't die was that. Take this either way you want.
They were already dead. How could they already be dead? We could see them standing their, chaned to the wall in streight jackets trying to get out.
How could they be dead?
Doc didn't know, I don't know. No one knows. Not even the captain knows.
I have to walk by them every day. No matter what I can't go around them.
I am scared.
And I want to go home
Another Radio signle!
"DO NOT GO TO ICELAND. DO NOT IT IS A DEATH TRAP. COMMENSE OPERATION ARROW. EVERY THING IS DEAD. THIS IS TO ANY SHIPS REMAINING COMMENCE OPERATION ARROW." And it ended.
As soon as it had begain. What was going on? We got no com signels, the radio messeges sounded rushed and despret. He didnt even use the grid space. He refered to it by name....
Doc Dissapeared today. We have searched the entire ship and cant find him. Where could he have gone? Its a submarine for gods sake!
A lot has happend and only now do I have some free time to write.
The crew started dissapearing left and right after the doc. Withen 24 hours their were only 12 of us. We huddled in a supply room and locked the door seal.
And thats where we have sat for the past week and a half. Their is plunty of food and drink here. But the boredom was is starting to build up. Their is nothing to do! I managed to grab this and what ever I could as we rushed in.
Nothing has happened...At all.
Summers never launced operation Arrow. He couldnt bring himself to launching the missles. And could you blame him? Operation Arrow included nukeing parts of America and West Europe. I fear he is dead now...I fear I will be dead soon as well. Pounding is at the door. Maybe its other survivors...Need to check.