[October 15th, 1962]

I haven't been able to sleep. I miss the sun. it has been months since I last saw it. all that surrounds the facility is nothing of miles and miles of snow and Ice. my crewmates think I'm sick but I'm Not I'm not ill. a little home-sick maybe but there's nothing wrong with me.

[November 1st, 1962]

I heard my crewmates talking. they think I've gone mad. just because I've been hallucinating, hearing voices, and laughing at random mean I'm crazy. I'm not mad I've never been more Mentally sound. god the snow is just so annoying I can't wait for the next sunrise in.....how long was it again

[November 5st, 1962]

They are against me. I heard them talking again. They're saying I need help and might not be fit for this career. They want me fired, and gone so they can take my Paycheck and RESERACH. I earned it myself. They can't have it. maybe the old shotgun will come in handy.

[November 6st, 1962]

I've done it. they are finally gone. and now I'm free to do my work in peace. I hid their bodies in the basement of the facility. now my work can finally be finished alone. they were nothing but burdens always trying to get me help not letting me focus on the work. and even talking behind my back. but now they are never gonna interfere with my work again

[November 8th 1962]

The sun is finally coming up. but everyone is gone and I have no one to talk to. it has been extremely lonely here. all the crewmates are rotting in the basement. and there's this voice in the back of my head shaming me for what I did. I think there's only one thing left to do. I'm going take the shotgun and end it. goodbye.