[Weary from another day trudging through the snow, Steve forces himself through another search of Building 8. Jackpot: another backpack, a set of queen-sized sheets, and a book. He heads into the smaller (and therefore warmer) of the two bedrooms, shutting the door behind himself, and climbs onto the bed, wrapping himself up like a burrito in his wonderful new sheets. He'll eat in a bit, but first he wants to rest, and warm up some.
God, but he hates the cold.
After a few minutes, he fumbles for his tablet, managing to prop it in front of him and turn it on without exposing any skin.
Switching it to voice post, he clears his throat.]
Captain Rogers here. I'll try to make regular updates of my progress and discoveries, maybe every few days or so.
Yesterday and today I entered the northwest park, moving westward along the north snow wall. I probed for weaknesses or irregularities in the snow wall, but found none. Found nothing under the snow on the ground either, except for what I assume are more of the, ah. The graves 'TW' documented. I've updated the open-source map with that info, such as it is.
I was unable to make it all the way to the west wall. Looks like more of the same, but with the heavy snowfall it was kinda hard to tell. I don't think the northwest corner can be reached safely in the amount of daylight we have, unless the weather improves significantly.
[He hesitates a moment.]
There was a strange kinda feeling in the park. Like... there was this girl, Betsy, in the old neighborhood, she used to get these notions, like she'd get a bad feeling in a place and then later we'd find out some poor sod got killed there. Never put much stock in it, but... that's what the park felt like. Just a... an uneasy feeling. And near the graves, worse, like... like being squeezed.
[Steve clears his throat.]
This is my second night in this house. No ill effects so far, for what it's worth, though I did go out all day. Guess I'll let you know in the morning if anything kooky happens. Tomorrow I'm headed south and west. I'll try to get at the west wall a little further down.
...I guess that's it. Keep yourselves safe, Norfinbury.
God, but he hates the cold.
After a few minutes, he fumbles for his tablet, managing to prop it in front of him and turn it on without exposing any skin.
Switching it to voice post, he clears his throat.]
Captain Rogers here. I'll try to make regular updates of my progress and discoveries, maybe every few days or so.
Yesterday and today I entered the northwest park, moving westward along the north snow wall. I probed for weaknesses or irregularities in the snow wall, but found none. Found nothing under the snow on the ground either, except for what I assume are more of the, ah. The graves 'TW' documented. I've updated the open-source map with that info, such as it is.
I was unable to make it all the way to the west wall. Looks like more of the same, but with the heavy snowfall it was kinda hard to tell. I don't think the northwest corner can be reached safely in the amount of daylight we have, unless the weather improves significantly.
[He hesitates a moment.]
There was a strange kinda feeling in the park. Like... there was this girl, Betsy, in the old neighborhood, she used to get these notions, like she'd get a bad feeling in a place and then later we'd find out some poor sod got killed there. Never put much stock in it, but... that's what the park felt like. Just a... an uneasy feeling. And near the graves, worse, like... like being squeezed.
[Steve clears his throat.]
This is my second night in this house. No ill effects so far, for what it's worth, though I did go out all day. Guess I'll let you know in the morning if anything kooky happens. Tomorrow I'm headed south and west. I'll try to get at the west wall a little further down.
...I guess that's it. Keep yourselves safe, Norfinbury.
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