FN-001
CATALOG REF:
FILED AS: FIELD NOTES ENTRY 001
LOG DATE: / UNKNOWN / [MEMORY RECALL: 1984-9-10]
SITE REF: ABANDONED STATION 581
STATUS: INHERITED
CONTAINER: BOX 00 — Deployment Records
LEDGER: LEDGER B — Field Manifests
CONDITION: DERELICT
[TELEX 716-A // GIJ-II R.O.C. // 15:30 HRS]
Cross-Reference: [ MISSING ]
FIELD NOTES:
The room was just waiting here, frozen in time. Who knows how long...
Photographs, negatives, dossiers, manuals, gear...what a mess. Desktop is a total disaster. Workstation looks like one that belonged to a slob named Dennis I used to know–minus all the candy wrappers.
I get the feeling that the last guy — whoever the hell he was — stepped out for a smoke break and never came back.
Probably had a good reason.
COMMAND handed me the keys and said, “Resume documentation protocol.” Fancy way of saying “Take some more pictures”. But I’ll play along if it gets them off my back. Just need to get myself acclimated.
Found the last guy’s notes scattered around the room. Scribbled coordinates, there’s dozens of binders labeled with names like “DREADNOK – GAS STATION” and “BENZHEEN MASSACRE.” Folders on the ancient terminal loaded with RAW images and password protected entry logs. Haven’t cracked his password for those yet. Looks like I’ll have plenty of time to keep trying.
There’s weird audio looping from something in the room with me. Haven’t found the source yet. Getting to like it, honestly.
Not really sure why I’m here, or for how long, but looks like I’ll be picking up where that last guy left off.
Maybe he’s one of the guys in these photos. Hard to say. Did he go mad down here? Will I?
Maybe I am already.
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