17.8.14

Torn Journal Excerpt #104

I don't know who these people are, but they saved our scalps tonight. Another wave of void zombies attacked, as we expected, but there were other presences in the woods this night. A tricksome nature spirit came. It claimed to be the guardian of the island. I have no knowledge of the truth of this but I was not about to ask.

I had never been a superstitious man, but since landing on this accursed island I am beginning to think otherwise. At first I thought that someone was pulling a prank, but that voice, that ethereal presence. there can be no mistaking. It caused no harm, and led the strangers to our aid. It makes me believe our cause is true.  will be pleased with our work here, if we can ever get of this Gods forsaken rock. I will have to send for another boat.