PART ONE: DUM SPIRO, SPERO
The file you will read is not an ordinary one nor a fairy tale with happy endings. This is a testament, our story that we survived the impossible.
Our story will not end; this is just the beginning.
Read at your own risk. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
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September 7, 2018
While I breathe, I hope
I have lived to see the darkness once again.
The darkness that once kept me from escaping.
The darkness that consumes my whole being.
I thought I escaped it but it only pulls me deeper into an abyss.
I write this with shaky hands as I mustered the courage to begin again.
I stared at the skies as I emerged from the facility looking like shit.
Everyone I knew here is dead.
I have no one but myself.
I have no memories whatsoever.
Every time I try to remember, I have this headache that keeps me up at night.
Memories scattered, all hazy and incomplete.
Those experiments may have kept my body intact but not my memories.
I have no home. I have nothing.
Nothing!
