Hey, Ben here. Max is exhausted after spending the last few days dealing with the communications issue and now the issue with the girls and the fuses. I’ve sent him off to his room to get some much needed rest before he burns out. As a result you’re stuck with me for the night. That also means that this is going to be short and sweet because I have to get back to the Infirmary soon to check on a few patients.
We found the girls today. There is no easy way to break the news either. We found them both dead, drowned in one of the bilge compartment of the ship’s engine room. Weighted down by the missing fuses. How the girl’s got down there, no one knows but the consensus is that whoever did this had to have an intimate knowledge of how a ship is laid out in order to carry out such a feat.
Georgia is obviously distraught of course. So are quite a few of the other survivors and a number of the crew. We all realize that we’re living with someone evil and there’s not a whole lot that we can really do about it all.
Caroline and I will be doing an autopsy on each girl in the morning. We’re not sure what we’re going to find but Doug (the former NYPD Detective) will be present to hopefully help us find things that we might miss. It’s been years since both Caroline and I did our rotations in the pathology department. As an ER Doctor, I’ve had some experience with gathering evidence and Caroline was a surgeon so she had the added expertise with the scalpel. I pray that everything will go well and that we’ll be able to find some evidence on them, something that will lead us to the monster living among us.
My expectations are very low however since their bodies are so contaminated from being in the bilge water. With all of the sea water, fresh water, oil, sludge, chemicals, and other fluids that can be found on a ship, I’m not sure what we’ll be able to find.
There’s so much pressure riding on us. Everyone living on the ship is seriously freaked out. They don’t know who they can trust anymore. The situation is stressful and people are reaching their breaking points. There is a lot of talk of leaving. I guess people feel that they’d rather fight an enemy that they can see in the Undead than one that is hidden and working in secret.
Tempers are getting shorter as well. When the idea of a saboteur was floating about, the tensions were high. Now they’re astronomical. It’s understandable of course but so sad all at the same time. In time we can only hope to get back to some semblance of normalcy. We just need to flush out the monster first.
I’m sorry that I’ve gotta go. I need to check on my patients. I’ll keep you updated as best I can. Until then, stay safe.
2 thoughts on “Day 41”
Just keeps kicking my ass! Wonderful story.