DATE: 14.3.2010
TIME: 11.23 AM

That son of a bitch Henderson! I nearly got myself killed last evening because of the bastard. He was talking about another access into the facility through the sewers. Well here I am know, by the road leading to the sewer hatch, sweating inside a wrecked car. I arrived here last evening and it's a damn good thing I found this piece of junk car as a shelter before the darkness came. I found a blanket inside the car as well! I was fortunate.. the nights are pretty cold around here you know.

Something was following me yesterday in the forest. I ran as quickly as I could but it kept following me, jumping from tree to another. I shot three short bursts towards the trees and I think I managed to scare the thing off. I could swear I saw a glimpse of the thing last night in the car's rearview window though. Small white eyes and a yellow or orange skin... Ugh, made me feel sick.

What are those things anyway? Stanley had said they were once humans but I don't buy it.. Hell, they look more like on of those aliens from the late night scifi-series on TV I used to watch as a small brat. Yeah, that's it.. We're hunting aliens here. It's the only way I can explain all these happenings around this place. The day before I saw Vin, one of us stalkers getting ripped apart by some kind of invisible force! He was returning to the camp when he was suddenly thrown high up in the air! Nothing in this world can explain what happened. Let me tell you, that thing that did that to Vin was not of this world.

Anyway, it's a good thing I spent my last night in this car, hidden under this blanket I found. It's funny that freak walking around the carwreck didn't smell me though. I was sweating like a pig. Running with all this gear on was killing me. Hah, Martha was right when she said I should lose weight. Yes, she was right about a lot of things..

It's morning. I should probably continue my way to the sewer hatch but I'm not going to. No way. Not after what happened last night. That thing that followed me last night is still out there. Sitting in a tree, glaring the car with it's beady little eyes... perhaps feasting on one of my team mates? Henderson? Hah, I sure hope those things have taught that bastard a lesson. So what am I going to do? I think I'll wait for Henderson. If he was right about that alternative route, he'll come after me... and I'll be sure to be around to give him a good beating.