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Message From Mr. Carter

Small disclaimer: Any and all typos are to be ignored. As I'm sure some may have noticed from my comments today, I am really fumbling at the keyboard. Mainly because I was awake trying to keep a 24/7 watch on the lab door. -- Jack

   Mr. Carter has decided to start making recording and sending them out to me. I am supposed to upload them, but I feel like torturing myself and typing. Here's your transcript.

  [Audio Disturbance that sounds like a tap]
Is this thing on? Hello?
  [Two more taps]
I hope it is. So, hello everyone. It's me, Carter, just figured I'd give you all an update myself. Who knows    what Jack's doing.
  [slight laughter is heard, followed by coughing]
Sorry 'bout that, I've been coughing up Azoth and blood for the past few days. I'll talk about that in more detail in a bit. So, I've gotten the news. Redlight's back. That's just what we all needed. I hope that when he's killed this time, he won't return. As for …
Jack here. Got bad news. Mr. Carter's locked himself up in that lab of his. Why? Here's a short version of what happened. He disappeared, again, and I looked for him. Found him out in the middle of the woods. Next to a dead body. There was a knife sticking through the ribs and possibly the right lung of the body. It was his knife. We hid the body, and I brought him home. He told to keep watch on the door and to not open it at all. Only to give him status updates on what is all going on in the outside world. I asked him about the body. He said that he had apparently blacked out and when he came to, he was sitting next to that body as I walked up. I will be taking care of the blog until he feels able to return. There's one thing that I haven't told him yet, the news about Redlight. Anyone have an easy way to break that news? -- Jack
Had to say goodbye to Marcus today. I gave him a pistol that I had 'acquired' from a proxy a while back. He and I talked for a bit, he said that he might make a blog some day. He also said that he wants to leave the US. Apparently he has an uncle in New Zealand, and a few friends in Australia. And then he left, headed towards town where he could get a bus ride to the city. I've got to admit, it was nice being able to talk to someone else freely. 
    In other news, I've been getting horrible nightmares again. Haven't slept soundly in about a week. So, I figure 'let's work on some projects!' Might as well type it up. So, Project Alpha, it was my attempt to find a way out and put in a 'safeguard' in case of forced proxyification. It failed. My first test was with Jamie. So long ago, and yet it won't stop haunting me. She died because of me. Because I failed at my job. Since then, I've started a new project, Project Omega. Same premis…

Files and Explanations...

Before I begin know that any words in [brackets] have been changed to preserve information.
     I've just reclassified one of my files. The files that no one is supposed to know about. B is confirmed dead by Kendra. His file now says 'D' on the front. You were all right about them being abbreviations. D stands for deceased/missing. P for proxy/possible threat. R for runner/fighter. And F is one that I will not talk about. It's doesn't mean 'Fear.' But it definitely doesn't stand for 'Fun times in the sun.' One day it'll be revealed, but that day is hopefully a while off.
     I told Marcus that he has a week. After the fact that he broke the one and only rule I gave, I don't think I can trust having him around here. That room was not meant for anyone else's eyes. (no pun intended Med, there's a reason that it's in there) 
     So, what exactly happened? I decided to pay a visit to the site where I had buried Alan and t…
Marcus here. Carter's back. He's currently resting or sleeping or unconscious...something. I found him in a clearing in the woods across the street, the thing that would sit on the roof led me to him. It came out of the woods last night and started scratching at the window. When I followed it, it led me to him.

He's a mess. At first I thought he was dead. But then he pulled a gun on me.
"Get away from me! I'll shoot you!"
"Carter, it's me. Marcus. Let's just..put the gun down and go home." I took a few steps closer. He lowered the gun.
"Give me the gun, please." He, surprisingly let me take it from him. I led him back to the house: being in the middle of the woods at night is not a smart idea.

Luckily I took some basic medical classes before I had to run, because Carter will not let me take him to a hospital. When I asked why, he just said that it would be more dangerous. I don't know what happened but he's severely dehydra…

Still No Sign of Carter

It's still me, Marcus. Just updating because of some recent things. So, I still haven't seen Carter. I'm really starting to worry now. Wouldn't he have been back by now?

Also, what was that anonymous comment on my last post about? The one with the really bad rhyme scheme, and cryptic? Sorry for being out of the loop, but it seemed kind of important.

Lastly, something happened today. I was trying to get into that drawer of the cabinet when I heard a bang at the front door. When I checked, no one was there, but there was a piece of cloth there. It was a piece of the shirt that I last saw Carter wearing. It had blood on it. There was nothing else though, so I brought it up to the lab. That's when I heard a thud in the ceiling. There was a loose panel. Inside was a mouse (or rat, I've never been the greatest at remembering which is which), more pictures (some hand drawn), and a journal. I (being the impatient person that I am) skipped to the last entry. It said som…