Day 4.

Had to cut my entry short last night, the heretic’s made for another assault, tried to breach our doors with demo charges and they would have done it if Deuce hadn’t spotted them sneaking around outside like rats. Once we spotted em, they started shelling us again.

We got two men wounded, Blake got his ear blown off and Deuce might not make it through the night.
I still can’t believe the nerve of these drogging scumbags, from what we heard on the vox, they are in control. They have the governor’s head on a spike somewhere in the main plaza, what loyalists we have left are in pretty much the same situation we are now, surrounded and outgunned, and even after all this, the heretics are still determined to try and get inside here and kill us.

By the Emperor, if they really wanted us dead, all they’d need to do is just wait. We will run out of rations soon enough, do they really think we are that big a threat that they just have to try to kill us with bombarding us with shells and lasfire?
Stupid heretics. I can only hope the distress signal was received. I can only hope that our rescue and relief will show up before this bunker is breached or our supplies run dry.
I can only hope those lunatics get what they deserve in the end.

Things look grim. Yes they do. But Sarge says we shouldn’t worry too much, no matter what happens, we have the Emperor’s blessing. And they don’t. That should count for something.

I think I’ve calmed down now enough to get some sleep. Got sentry duty in the morning since it’s my turn, I really do hope I have the Emperor’s blessing.

Day 5.

Well. Jones was right about Deuce. He didn’t live through the night, that’s one man down. And one less gun pointed at the heretics.

Bastards.

At least it’s been quiet today, so maybe we do have the Emperor’s blessing afterall.
They’ve stopped shelling us now, it’s been like that all day today, I’d like to think they’ve ran out of ammo for the Earthshakers but I think it has something to do with the public vox’s around the city.
Can’t quite make them out from here, but I think their rallying everyone together for another attack.

Or celebrating their victory. Who knows?

At least it’s bought us some time. So I guess I’d better explain the situation here while I have a moment.

Some subversive group of activists calling themselves The church of liberty or liberation church or something had started major riots in this sector. We thought we could contain it up until the point our fellow guard started turning on us, it just happened too fast and before we knew it, we were surrounded and were being pushed back into a corner.
We were lucky enough to be pushed back into an entrenched position, one of the Imperial supply bunkers used to protect civilians from the annual meteor shower, and so far it’s done pretty well against the mortar and artillery fire too. We only have two guns mounted here for support, but their hardly stocked since they were never really used.

Day 5 -continued.

And I think the heretics know it. They’ve been sending waves of their numbers at our walls, trying to breach our doors and exhaust our munitions.
The local government has been overthrown, and the last time we tried to vox our command, we received nothing but hysterical laughter and blasphemous taunting. Sometimes they try to vox us, tell us to give up, but Sarge says not to even touch that vox or it’s firing line duty for the man who does.

I got nothing really more to say about this.
I just hope that our reinforcements arrive soon, should be within the week if Sarge is correct. So that’s just four to five days. I don’t think the big guns have enough ammo for that, and it’s gonna be harsh fighting with just a handful of flashlights and frags.
Guess we’ll have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.

This is Pvt. Quint Saul of the 102ndE Theia Planetary Defence Force.

Signing off.

more?

Day 6.

It’s been pretty quiet today again. By quiet I mean we haven’t been attacked yet since yesterday. Maybe they have ran out of artillery shells afterall?

We can still hear them though. And see them. Deeper into the city we see groups of them walking in the streets, some wearing our uniforms, some wearing a mess of trinkets and fetish totems adorned around their bodies like some primal savages.
I can even hear their chanting and singing from here inside the bunker too from where I‘m sitting, it’s echoing throughout the city, so they must be celebrating. It sounds like the whole entire city is doing it. They must be numbered in their thousands. Maybe even more.


Earlier today, we say some kids playing outside in the craters, Jones wanted to go outside and bring them inside. Sarge denied the request.

And I don’t blame him for doing so.

Jones didn’t see what the kids were doing… Washing themselves in the blood of the fallen heretics and eating the rotting flesh of the deceased, and blatantly enjoying it too. That giggling laughter was creeping me out.
Sarge ordered some warning shots to chase them away. Just to show we still have our guns at the ready, he said we wouldn’t be mocked by anyone, not even some impious brats.
The vox has been pretty quiet too, we’re mostly getting static, but the traitors have stopped trying to communicate with us it seems.

I’d like to think they’ve just given up. That they will leave us alone. But I just get the feeling instead that they are just too busy planning a way to get in here and kill us.

In the mean time I’m gonna go pay my respect’s to Deuce, I just hope his wife wasn’t caught up in all this, or apart of it… She was a good woman.

Poor girl…

Day 7.

We heard a message on the vox today. Eli, our voxman, caught wind of a distress call. It keeps repeating every hour.

“Red Watch Command this is Delta 5 do you copy? Red Watch Command this is Delta 5 do you copy? We are dying.”

We knew Delta 5, they were a bunch of vets stationed not far from here. They were supposed to be guarding a comm. Station. An important one.
Well, truth be told it was about as important as any other communications centre, but it was our only way of setting off a distress beacon to the only other major city on the other side of this forsaken ball of rock. And if it was under enemy control, or even about to end up under enemy control then that would mean the end for us.

No relief, no aid and no help. We would be long dead before any action would be taken.

Of course it could be heretical trickery, but Sarge says we have to try and make a move to get there.
It’s too important to just ignore, other loyalists could still be out there and their lives could also depend on it. Not to mention these faithless traitors needed to be stamped out once and for all.

The least we can do is some recon, just to check things out. But how the hell we get out of this bunker without the traitors spotting us is anyone’s guess.
We’ll figure something out.

I hope…

Day 9.

Not had much time to write, the guys are asleep, and I still don’t want Sarge to see me with this data slate. I know we got bigger things to worry about now, but he might still try to reprimand me, and I feel like this thing is the only thing keeping me sane at the end of the day.

Good news. We’re out of the bunker. Lars our tech guy - we call him the tech since he’s the only one in our squad with special weapons training - rigged up some Krak grenades into a nice little breaching charge, and we blew a hole in the floor of the eastern supply room in the bunker. The old maps suggested we were right above a cistern for the sewage lines underneath the city, it meant getting waist deep in crud but it was better than being waist deep in mortar fire.

Bad news is things are looking worse around here.
The sky seems so strange to look at now. Pinkish and red, like a sunset, yet the clouds look like smoke. It stinks around here too. Though it’s probably just the sewage on our fatigues…
Streets are pretty torn up, merchant guilders and businesses have been destroyed and looted, bodies are torn apart and left to rot, other bodies have been strung up or nailed to the walls and ripped open.
I’ve never seen anything like this in my entire life. Of course I’ve heard of some of the rumour of what heretics get up to behind closed doors in their secret little covens, but never would I have imagined anything like what I saw.

Day 9 Continued -

The streets are deathly quiet however. We have only encountered one of those bastards.
One of the traitors was wandering up the street, naked except wearing a tall pointed hood of the Redemption cult and ringing a bell, his body covered in scars and cuts. He spotted us and stopped dead, he started waving at us.

That idiot Jones waved back at him.

The heretic took it as an invitation to approach us, like we were gonna hang around and catch up on old times. Sarge put the bastard out of his misery once he got close enough, and gave Jones a swift kick in the chops for being a complete moron.


And now we’ve had to take cover in this looted store and get some rest for the night, I’m taking first watch, and checking the vox now and again. The distress call is still playing, every hour on the dot.
Even when we were wading through the shit of the world in that sewer we felt like we had a purpose again, we had a better hope of getting the job done, but now it’s back to being bleak as ever. I just hope Delta aren’t in as bad a shape as they sound, we could use the help to hold that station.

Day 10

We’re outside the Comm. Station in the old administratum building, or at least what’s left of it.
Sarge is letting us take a quick break to catch our breath before we go inside the Station, who knows what might be waiting in there.

I’ll write more when we get inside, Jones is getting curious to what I’m sneaking around in my pack and why I’m always keeping to myself. He might accuse me of heresy or something.

Day 10.

Looks like Delta didn’t make it. We found them in the main ops room and a couple of them in the generator room, they just look… Dead.
That’s the damnedest thing, there is no evidence as to how they died, they are just dead. Lars says it looks like natural causes, I think it looks like groxshit, seven guys don’t die of natural causes oh so suddenly all so soon.
Sarge thinks it might be poisoning, so we are not allowed to take any of their rations or drink the water.

Great… So much for supplies.

The Comm. Station is on the fritz, some kind of interference is garbling the signal, or at least that’s what Eli said. I’m on guard duty for the moment and have to watch the main entrance while Blake and Jones patrol the corridors. Sarge is with Lars and Eli trying to figure out ways to re-establish the Comm. link and get into contact with anyone who can deliver us aid.

It still creeps me out though, I remember the first time I saw Delta’s vox. The Delta voxman sitting in his chair, skin white and cold to the touch, the mouthpiece still active, and even when we had taken a break outside the Comm. Station earlier, we could still hear the distress call being received on our vox.
There was no evidence that it was a recording, Eli would have found it if there was one, which meant he was alive until just moments ago, and then suddenly went pale and cold to the touch. Dead. Just Dead.

I shouldn’t be thinking about such things. It’s not part of my duty. I should just kill that which threatens the Imperium. That’s it, end of story.

But something here doesn’t sit right. Nothing does. It sure as hell didn’t feel right when we wandered through the city to get here, but it feels worse here.

I wonder if Sarge and the others get the same feeling as I do?

This concept sounds familiar


M42 564-5 23 12
Corporal Hernis Gauv 112th Cadian:
I want to start this journal with: Whoever recover this journal or my remains, please send my personal effects and the lock box entitled "Charline" To Charline Richterson on Denrun Sextus Tell her I love her very much and that my sacrifice was not in vein. Just do not give her this journal there are details in here, details I wish to keep from her... to protect her from the gruesome truth and possibly the inquisition.

I really don't know what day it is, I just guessed, its been weeks since 3rd company was destroyed and the survivors were picked up by the Tau... Juvienapped more like it. Those "things" we fought I don't know what they were they scared the crap out of me, and I've seen some scary shit in my service. I hate to say it but if the Tau didn't show up and finish them off we'd be done for. Damn Xenos saved our lives, only to "relocate" us to these "secure" shelters for Gai-la something-or-other. Imprison is more like it.

But continue

Day 11.

We are officially out of rations. There are still some rations on Delta squad, but we’ve been ordered not to touch them in case of contamination. Maybe I’ll give it a day or two before I consider weighing the risks, but I’m getting pretty hungry. We were already rationing the rations to begin with, and living on the bare minimum, now we have nothing and I can tell you, I’m really droggin hungry.

It’s still very quiet nowadays. All the celebrating and vox casts from those heretical traitors have ceased. And in the streets, they all vanished. Poof! Like a spook!
We have no idea where they all went to. Though Sarge thinks they might have moved on, started marching towards the next and last city on this planet. It’s a long march, but that still gives us an incentive to get this Comm. Station operational as soon as possible.
Or else this entire planet will fall under control of the traitors.

To add to things, we’ve been getting constant power failures. Blake has been shirking from his duties and Lars and Eli are no closer to fixing the Comm’s.
Sarge has been pretty quiet too. I guess the weight of all that’s happened is finally affecting him too.
Though it might have something to do with Delta Squad, Sarge knew some of those guys pretty well, and all we can do for them is drag them to the supply closets and keep them there until all of this is over.


Anyway, I better report in. Nothing major to talk about, just some movement in the distance, but it seems like it’s moving away or past the Station rather than posing a threat to it.

Time to get back to duty.

>>5553971

You were the inspiration for this story. So my thanks.

Day 12.

Sarge has been acting weird in the last few hours. At first we all thought it was just because he was mourning the loss of his Delta buddies, but something’s up. He’s been locking himself inside the command room from time to time and even when we show up to give our reports, he doesn’t’t respond. That’s unlike him, and his lack of… Spirit is starting to affect us.

Blake’s been doing the same thing, becoming just as withdrawn, and Jones is getting twitchy practically jumping at the sight of his own shadow. Bastard almost shot me just for stopping by to say hello, who knew he had an itchy trigger finger.
Seems like Eli, Lars and myself are the only sane ones left here, but it’s probably just nerves getting to people
.
Here we are, surrounded by murderous heretics and our dying comrades, nobody coming to rescue us, nothing but death and misery and no hope of a peaceful end.
By the Emperor, I wonder if I’m the one who’s insane for being so complacent when all of these disasters surround us.


Maybe this data slate really is a gift from the Emperor himself, a lucky find that’s kept my focus true and my resolve absolute.

If I ever get out of this alive, I’m going to recommend having these data slates as standard issue. Plus extra rations… I can’t tell you how hungry I am right now.

>>5553987
D'aaaawwww!
So sweet

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Day 13.

Sarge is dead.

Lars, Eli and I were kind of getting a little, well, angry at him for just locking himself up in the command room all the time, I mean a leader should lead, right?
When we got no response, Lars just kicked the door down, and there was Sarge, slumped in the chair with a hole in the back of his head.

He’d shot himself.


We’re keeping this on the hush hush, Blake and Jones are already pretty twitchy as it is, I don’t think they could handle it for now. So we just keep telling them that Sarge is sleeping, or is busy trying to get in touch with anyone on the vox. Just whatever excuses come to mind.

I don’t know why he did it. Up until we reached Delta, Sarge was just fine, he at least looked and sounded like his usual self. But after seeing Delta? I mean, could it really have gotten to him that much? So much so he would forsake his duty and put a las shot through his brain?

This building is becoming more and more like a tomb.

And that fragging Comm. System still isn’t fixed yet. Eli said there are no faults, just lots of interference jamming the signal. We just have to wait until it clears.
But we don’t have that kind of time. What with the heretics on the warpath and everyone falling to pieces or dying around us.

Emperor damn you Eli, I hope you come up with something fast.


P.S. On the plus side, we figured to hell with protocol and started using Delta’s rations. Never thought I’d enjoy this junk as much as I am now. At least it doesn’t taste poisonous… But who can tell.
If I’m not writing tomorrow, I guess you’ll know what killed me.

Day 14.

Good news! I’m not dead. Yet…

Bad news though. Well it might be bad news.

Blake found out about Sarge, he seems to be taking it pretty well… Though I gotta admit, he does look like he’s seen better days. He looks ill, though I think he’s picked up an infection or bug from that wound on his ear. We told him to go see Jones for examination, but told him not to tell him about Sarge.

Blake only smiled. I’ve never known him to smile like that. Wasn’t so much like a grin, more like a sense of smugness.

I’m going to keep an eye on him, things are getting screwy around here.


Lars has been as curious about Sarge’s death as I am. He keeps going in and out of that Command room, searching for notes or clues to why Sarge had did what he did.
I still think it’s crazy to think he did this because he was in mourning.

Nobody in their right mind would… And if Sarge wasn’t in the right state of mind, then surely there would be some evidence to suggest it???


Good news again though! Eli thinks the interference might be clearing up. He said he heard some voices on the Comm. He’s going to keep at it in the mean time to see if he can get a stronger signal.

Getting really tired now. Been on sentry duty all last night and all of today.
Again, if I’m not dead from poisoning, I’ll write more tomorrow when I have a spare minute.

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Day 15.

That bastard Blake spilled the beans. Told Jones everything, and Jones didn’t take it too well.

Stupid bugger started panicking, then started getting all defensive when we said we couldn’t tell him because we thought he couldn’t handle it. Then he started ranting about how we’re all dead anyway from eating poisoned rations and Sarge knew the only way out would be a slow death of starving or poisoning or a quick one at the hands of his own weapon.

Jones might have had a point there. It’s something we didn’t consider when we were thinking about a motive for Sarge’s sudden Section 8 mentality…
Nevertheless, Jones wasn’t helping the situation by contributing to that kind of mentality. So we tackled him.


Not the most tactful way to getting someone to calm down but the dose of Kalma from the med-kit seemed to do the trick, right now he’s sleeping like a baby. Like a baby on Kalma, hah!
Lars didn’t like the fact Blake was feeling yappy, especially when we both gave him explicit instructions not to talk to Jones about Sarge’s “state of health”. But he seems pretty out of it, I think maybe he really has an infection. The wound appears normal, but his temperature is pretty high.

And yeah, he does sound pretty delirious. Almost like talking to a drunk when trying to get a straight answer out of him, which reminds me…
Lars found a bottle of Amasec in the Command room while looking for clues on Sarge’s cause of death, other than the obvious hole in the head. I’m going to the mess hall to have a round of drinks with Lars and Eli. It sounds like we could all use the morale boost.

Blake is sleeping, we tranq’d him up pretty good, and until Jones is awake and a bit more coherent, we can’t do anything for him until then.
Anyway, that’s enough out of me, time to get plastered.

Day 15.

I stood corrected. Lars found two bottles of Amasec.

I’m not drunk.

Honest.

Hah!

If there is a poison in my veins, I’ve probably killed it.

I’d kill for a lho-stick right about now though.

To Deuce, and to Sarge! I was glad to serve under you both. Wherever you may be now I hope yer giving them hell!

Day 16.

I feel pretty lousy even now after my so called guard duty. That Amasec had quite a kick to it, my gut just feels rotten out, oh well… If the enemy attacks, I’ll just throw up all over them.
But the enemy isn’t here. I think their long gone now. I look out from the windows and I see and hear nothing from the city. It’s completely deserted now by the looks of things.
The sky is still red during the day and as black as pitch at night, the heretics must have done something terribly bad to bring this kind of misfortune to our city. Maybe there is something in the air doing it? Maybe that’s what killed Delta? And what could be killing us?

No I can’t think like that.


Blake’s doing no better. His blood pressure is very high, his temperature is still high, his eyes have gone pink and his skin is blistering around the wound.
Can’t be good.

Jones seems a bit more at ease, with help from small doses of Kalma.
I’ve never heard anyone getting addicted to it, but he is using it a lot since he woke up.

Well so long as he can still do his job without freaking out, I suppose it’s for the best.

Day 16 continued -

Eli says he heard more voices through the Comm. That’s good.
We’ve been trying to raise anyone that can hear us, through the Comm. And through the vox. We really could use the support and some intel on what’s been going on outside these walls.
Afterall we’re in the dark here, and nobody is in command. Well… Lars seems to be fond of barking orders now and then, but I think he’s acting a little too big for his boots, and it’s starting to become a pain in the rear.

Oh and I must have done something crazy last night when we had the Amasec… I lost a tooth this morning. Just seemed loose, and I plucked it out without any trouble. Can’t really remember much about last night at all, but then I guess that’s why we at the guard drink the stuff. To chase away the bad memories.


Well that’s enough writing for today. I guess I’ll have to report in to “Sergeant” Lars now…

Day 17.

Blake’s gone crazy. Like seriously lost it.
Keeps muttering to himself and peeling skin from that wound. Doesn’t look like it bother’s him much.

Jones is still doped up on Kalma, and it seems like he’s looking more and more like Blake. He’s got that sickly look about him, doesn’t talk to anyone. But then, even if you do talk to him you don’t get much of a response from all the drugs running through his system, and that can’t be good for him, but I don’t think we have much of a choice right now. We got bigger problems.

Eli got the Comm. Working.

Sort of… What we heard I’ll try to describe here.

A weird sort of buzzing, kind of like in a rhythm like a heartbeat, a twittering whistling sometimes occurring near it, and footsteps. Pretty sure it was footsteps. When Eli turned up the volume you could hear a whisper.
We don’t know what it was that was being said but it didn’t sound too comforting.

Blake didn’t seem to like that we turned up the volume, started screaming that his ears hurt. Funny guy… He only has one ear and he’s complaining we’re too loud.
Well the Emperor can damn him to the warp for all I care, he’s becoming too much of a nuisance. And to make matters even worse, I think I’m coming down with something. The back of my neck has been really, itchy and hot. My gums are bleeding a lot too, I keep tasting copper every now and again.

Maybe those rations really were poisoned… By the Emperor, I really hope not…

Day 18.

Eli is obsessing over that Comm.

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a high priority on our to-do list, but he’s been up all night and hasn’t slept yet. Keeps accusing us of dereliction of duty whenever we tell him to go get some sleep, Lars almost smacked him one when he grunted something that sounded like “traitor” at him.

Blake’s started cutting himself and chewing his knuckles nervously. Like really drawing blood.
His hair is thinning, and that wound on his ear has gone black and frankly looks bloody disgusting.
Keeps talking to himself and grunting like an animal while he sits in the corner staring at the floor and his knuckles.

Poor bastard.


Lars confronted me and asked what we should do about the matter. He thinks we should euthanize Blake to end his suffering and in case he becomes a potential threat.
I told him to wait and see. But I think it’s only a matter of time before Lars pulls the trigger.

Got to wonder if I have what Blake has.

Another one of my teeth have come loose. It’s still in there even as I write this, but it feels like it could just drop out of my mouth on it’s own at any moment now.
The itchiness is spreading to my chest and the back of my legs.

I look at Blake and I don’t want to end up like that. I’d rather do what Sarge did than end up like some gibbering mess.


Maybe euthanasia is the best course of action afterall?

But then… How long before Lars suspects I have the same problem?


Guess I better not grin at him any time soon…

Day 19.

Blake is dead.

Turns out Jones killed him. Gave him an overdose of Kalma and stopped his heart.

We just found out as Lars was going to do the deed and shoot him, when we found out he wasn’t moving or even breathing.
Jones then told us what had happened. Explained that there was nothing that could be done for him, he wasn’t trained to handle such a case, and it was the most “logical” course of action to take.

Damn…


He said it so coldly, like one of those tech priests. I guess the Kalma has had some kind of affect on him, he seems to be so detached now. But just to be on the safe side we’ve taken away his stash.
We can’t have him getting any ideas about the rest of us now can we?

And yeah, my other loose tooth came out last night, almost choked on the damn thing while I was asleep… I still get crazy itches and I think I may be breaking out into spots or hives or something. At least on my neck and chest.
I’m not feverish though. At least yet.

Dammit. I hope the others don’t see this journal. Or I might end up as dead as Blake there.

Got to keep a cool head on this one.

I just wish my gums would stop bleeding!

>>5553660
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With much anticipation.

Day 20.

Someone is freaking out. But whoever it is, their keeping to themselves about it.

I walked into the infirmary this morning to find some painkillers for a head ache I’ve had all night and I found that somebody has been scribbling nonsense and gibberish all over the walls.
Little pictures of stars and squiggles and all sorts of crude pictures etched into the walls with a knife and what I was pretty sure is blood.

I called the guys down to see it. Lars is pissed off about it. Understandably so. But it could even have been him that did it for all we know. Nobody is owning up to the deed.
Turns out somebody had sliced and diced some of the bodies of Delta to get the blood. But whoever did it was careful not to leave any of the gore on their gear or their clothing. That would have been a dead giveaway.


I would be lying if I didn’t say I didn’t recognise some of the marks. I seen them on the traitor’s banners and painted around the walls of the city outside.

Someone here is a turncoat.
I really don’t feel like sleeping tonight…

this is pretty good, but I feel its ending will be raBLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD1

Day 21.

Barely slept… How could I? In between this horrible itching and the thought of a heretic stalking the corridors at night I’m not going to get any rest anytime soon.

Well what’s new today?


Jones has locked himself in a supply closet on B level. Say’s he’s got a frag grenade and he’ll pull the pin if anyone tries to drag him out.
He’s literally lost it, too paranoid about who the heretic could be. And I don’t blame him…

We tried giving him back his stash of Kalma, but he thinks we’re trying to drug him or poison him to get him. So we figured if he wants to stay in there, he can. Just so long as he doesn’t come out anytime soon.
I mean who knows.. Maybe the traitor is Jones? And all of this locking himself away is just an act to cover his tracks? I guess time will tell, because we’ve made it impossible for him to get out without our help. We cut the power to the door and until we restore power again, he’s stuck in there.

He should be pretty happy there so long as we leave him alone. -

Day 21 continued -

Lars is a lot quieter than usual. And he’s been carrying his Lasgun with him at all times. He’s been getting pretty hostile whenever I approach him, so I guess he just wants to be left alone.

That’s Fine by me…


Eli is finally getting some rest. I think he just collapsed from overworking himself. He’s been on that Comm. non stop just trying to raise someone through the interference, tweaking and fiddling with the controls. I guess he really wants to put an end to this and get help…

But regardless.

One of them is a traitor.

Or maybe there is someone here we didn’t find? One of the heretic’s left behind?
Doesn’t matter, I’m not taking any chances just yet, I’m going to sleep inside the supply closet on A level. Where we stored Delta’s remains. Along with Blake and Sarge…
I’ll have to shift them out first and I won’t tell anyone where I’m sleeping tonight. But like I said, I ain’t taking any chances.

No Write Fag, you are the heretic

inb4noJohnyouarethedemon

Day 21.

Well I’m not sleeping in the supply closet like I planned.

I’m too scared to spend the night in there.


When I started dragging one of the bodies out I just noticed something that made my blood run cold. The guy I was dragging was missing his teeth.

Not all of them, but enough of them to notice a trend developing, one that has me pretty scared. I could be the next one to die. Just like Delta. Or just like Blake if Jones and Lars had their way…
Blake doesn’t have the same problem though… Maybe what was messing him up was completely different? But then a lot of Delta didn’t have the whole missing tooth syndrome that I’ve been getting.

And yeah. My gums are still bleeding, and my teeth feel a lot more fragile. Not loose. But fragile.
Like if I bit down with even moderate force I’d knock one or two out.


Some good news though. Turns out one of the Delta guys had some smokes on him. And hey, he doesn’t need them now, right? I mean it’s hardly grave robbing if you just take a couple of lho-sticks. Emperor knows I need something to take the tension away…

I’ll have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

Emperor give me strength…

Day 22.

Slept one the floor underneath the stairwell. My back, shoulders and hips hurt like hell. I’m getting so sick and tired of all of this groxshit. But I really don’t know what to do… Where to go? I don’t want to abandon my post, that’s almost as bad as being a traitor. Infact it is just as bad. And I can’t leave the others behind to deal with this alone.

Even if one of them is a heretical scumbag…


Not much to report here though today. Lars came by while I was in the mess hall. Didn’t say much, just said that someone had been moving Delta’s bodies around.

I didn’t say anything…

I don’t need him bringing down the Inquisitor’s wrath down on my head for thinking I might have something to do with any of this crap. Unless of course he is in actual fact the heretic. I don’t need him thinking we would be bosom buddies if that were the case…


Jones is still in his hiding place. I knocked on the door as I passed by. He knocked back, but didn’t say much…

And Eli is still sleeping…

How he could still sleep so soundly is beyond me…

Don't get me wrong I love this, its helaa suspenceful, but the ended seems to be very predictable.

I mean NO ONE saw the ending to mine coming.

CHARGE OUT TO MEET HERETICS

SCREAM BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

KILL THEM ALL

BECOME CHAOS LORD OF KHORNE/JOIN BLOOD PACT

>>5554325

Would it reveal too much to think that Khorne doesn't have anything to do with this?

>>5554331

DAMNIT MAN WHAT THE HELL

whoops forgot my tripfaggotry.

But yeah. No blood for the blood god

or skulls for his skull throne. Your in safe hands.

come on people...Papa nurgle...how tough is it to figure out

>>5554351
Safe, loving hands...

Day 23.

I think I’m going insane. I swear I just saw Blake in the generator room, just that head of thinning hair and the black smear on one side of the face was the clue. But that’s impossible. It had to be someone else…

I dare not go to the supply closet and check, Lars has been up and arms and extra vigilant over the bodies since he noticed that they were moved. He suspects a morbid connection between our fallen comrades and the traitor in the group.

He could even be right…


Eli’s up and about. Saw him back in the comm. seat as usual, listening to static and turning dials and pressing buttons.
Haven’t checked up on Jones yet… Maybe I will later once I’ve finished my ration of rations…

It could even be Tzeentch for all you know...

Undivided... Genestealer Cults... Or something new...

Who knows. There are only so many possibilites that exist to play around with, so just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Now My happy end just seems out of place in this universe...

>>5554382
Is it.... DER JUDE?

>>5554386
HURRRRRR
>>5554382
f5'ing like fuck

>>5554382
>something new
>>>5554351
40k

I see what you did there...

>Your in safe hands.
>Your
>You're

FFFFFFFFFFFF-

Day 23.

Broke one of my teeth on my rations. It’s just a crooked and jagged mess and bleeding like crazy.
I’m outside the comm. centre trying to avoid everyone until the bleeding stops. Haven’t talked to Jones yet. I don’t think I will bother…

My skin is starting to peel on the back of my neck. Red spots are showing up, and they bleed a little when I touch them.

By the Emperor. What the hell is this???

>>5554382
thanks for this Writefag.

It's stories like these that make me want to go get some more 40k books.

Day 24.

Eli’s started talking to himself. At first I thought he had finally reached someone, but I can hear the noise coming through the earpiece. It’s just static.
I don’t think he noticed me either, and that’s probably a good thing, I don’t need anymore craziness to deal with just now.

Because I think I saw Blake again.


I talked to Lars. Asked him if everything was in order with the bodies. He said it was fine. Seemed a little suspicious of my intentions, but I suppose he had every right to be.
I checked on Jones. Just knocked on the door. Got the usual knock back. Three bumps. Same old same old.
I don’t even know if he does have a frag grenade on hand, but I’m not opening the door to find out…

Everyone looks like they’ve seen better days. I know I do too…


My gums are blood red. More teeth are coming loose. The spots on the back of my neck are becoming more like boils, and the same thing is happening to my chest, legs and some parts of my arms. Fingernails need trimming back into the regulation grooming standards as does much of the stubble on my face. I haven’t been shaving or looking after myself in the past few days.
My eyes look like something you’d see in the face of a drunk scummer. And my hair hasn’t been washed in almost a month, to put it quite frankly, I stink…

I think all I really need is a good shower. But I’ll be damned if I find one around here…

Damn it I need a lot of things right now.

I need a doctor… I need a doctor that isn’t a paranoid lunatic with a frag grenade! I need a voxman that isn’t a bloody vegetable. And I need Lars to stop going on a damn witch hunt!


So much for having the Emperor’s blessing.

If anything, we are cursed.

Day 25.

I’m hiding outside. More problems.

More and more problems.

I woke up this morning and my mouth felt like it was stuffed full of meat, and as soon as I tried to spit it out a long strip of scraggly meat just flopped out and started dangling there. I tried pulling on it but I almost threw up.

It’s my tongue.

My tongue has become tainted, it looks like a strip of rotten grox rashers, even looked like there was fried layers of fat in it.

I cut it off…


It didn’t hurt too much. Less than what I expected, and there wasn’t much blood. I think it was just dead meat by the looks of things, but I hope the Emperor is watching over us, we really need him right now. I really need him right now. I’m too terrified to even look myself in the mirror anymore to see what else I’ll find. I’m trying hard not to think what’s happening to me. To all of us…

In the mean time I’m keeping away from everybody. Even Eli… He might have gone crazy, but I don’t want to take the chance he’ll spot something else wrong with me. I might even have a third eye or something for all I know… Though with the way he’s been acting, he’d probably see nothing wrong with it.

Though I don’t fancy sleeping outside… Not with the way the sky looks even now.

Almost looks like the clouds are swirling.

Day 25.

Got called into the Comm. Centre by Lars, Eli has gone nuts. Started screaming about the “Third Revelation” or whatever Lars said. Though I’m glad he didn’t seem to notice or even care about the dried blood around my mouth, or notice any other deviancy about my appearance. But then Lars looks almost as bad as I do. I even think some of his teeth might be falling out too…

Anyway, we’ve been looking for Eli for hours. He’s just disappeared.

We asked Jones, but he just told us to go away and threatened to blow the entire place sky high if we didn’t leave him be.


Lars told me to go get some sleep. Said I looked like shit. He’s one to talk… But I’m glad of the break, and I’m feeling a little more relieved that I haven’t become a complete abomination of nature just yet.

I’ve given up any hope of seeing a rescue or relief. By the time they get here we’ll be dead. Or at least I will.
If I’m not dead then I’ll be some deformed monstrosity and an affront to the Imperium, not even those subhuman bastards the Ogryns will be able to look me in the eye. I guess I’m just waiting to die now. I don’t think I could do what Sarge did, I think he saw this coming, I think maybe he had an idea of what was going to happen.

Damn these heretics for doing this. Emperor damn them straight to the deepest most torturous bowels of the Warp. Let them rot for all eternity. Let them burn. I hope they all get slaughtered. I hope the noble Astartes themselves come here and purge them all from the surface of our world.

Let them burn.

Day 26.

Lars is missing. I just woke up this morning to try and find him to see if he found Eli. I don’t know where either of them are.

I’m gonna go talk to Jones. And drag his cowardly backside out of that closet, frags be damned, I will drag him kicking and screaming back into service even if I have to use frags of my own to open that bloody door.

If I don’t reply to this message, consider these my last words to the Imperium.

And guess what....


Thats all I have written so far.

Hope you enjoyed the ride, sorry to leave you in mid pause. If you have suggestions for improvement, ideas to pitch for an ending or anything of the sort the feel free to note them here.

I already have an ending planned. But if I find something that comes to mind better, I may use that. But enough of my faggotry.

Lets hear some of your own.


Take care /tg/ hope you had fun reading this shitty little draft.

>>5554508
It was great and thank you for your time.

I want him to come out on top, but I know things do not, even rarely happen that way.

you bastard

>>5554508

Hrud.

>>5554508

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOU BASTARD!

you cant do this to us!!!!!!!

Guardsmen become first Daemonprince of Mankind!

>>5554508
1: Fuck you for not finishing.
2: Learn your/you're and their/they're.
3: Write the end please.

>>5554508
So the protagonist got blown up by Jones, eh?

>>5554508
you asshole, I will kill you for the cliffhanger.
Other than that i love the story so far.

I probably could write the ending, but it's like 23:30 here and it would probably take me into the morning to finish this.

Unless it get's rushed.

Though it IS just a first draft. It still needs tweaked and edited like crazy.

Meh...

You are now hearing the diary music from Wings as you read these entries.

Poor, brave Mackie.

>>5554585
I wrote The Greater Good at 1:30AM and finished at 4:40AM

I'm oretty sure the word degradation was a clue, but it really help out on the insanity part of it.

>>5554585
Then write it and post it tomorrow night. If I miss it I'll start a "DU BOIS YOU COCKING TRIPFAG WANKER WHERE'S MY FUCKING STORY" thread or something.

Fine I'll start writing the bloody thing, I already know what needs to be done...

Was just hoping for better contributions than my own into the mix :P

Next entry will be ready within the half hour or so.

How is this guy talking to anyone after he cut his tongue out?

I like it so far. It's making me want to write one, as well, funny enough, but I think I'll wait for the next installment of this one first.

>>5554646

He only cut enough of it off.

I mean, wouldn't you if you had to?

quick Question? Should I continue to write?

>>5554709

I don't see why not, I liked your journal... So that's an A-Okay from me.

Day 26.

I killed Jones.

I had to. He was, just… May even the Emperor be damned for allowing such a thing to happen in our world…

He was, for lack of a better term, Melted.

Inside the supply wall, I could see his innards churning and pumping around the wall like wall flowers in an arbour. Like the ones from home, except not as disgustingly repulsive.
His arm was long and gangly, while the other I couldn’t see. It was like he was apart of the wall. And the ceiling. And the floor.

He was alive. And fully coherent. He didn’t even seem to realise the predicament he was in.

He even cried at the end when I pointed the Lasgun at his head.

Poor bastard.

Poor, poor bastard.

What in the world could have done such a thing to a man?

Emperor, where is your blessing now???

Their predicament smells like nurgle.

Day 26.

Still no sign of Eli or Lars.

Maybe Eli killed him?

Or Lars got Eli first?

But if Lars got Eli, then he would have shown himself by now…

Which means Eli was the heretic.

And that means Lars is probably dead too…


I’m going to head to the command room, it’s at least next to the comm. room, and that means I have a place of sanctuary. Only one way in and out, if that traitorous swine wants me, he’s going to have to come through a kill zone to get me.

And he will be killed. Oh yes, he will be killed… Eli can’t resist that comm. room, he’s been obsessed with it. He’ll return there and I’ll be waiting.


All I have to do is wait. And the next one to come through that door will feel the wrath of the Imperium through his skull. One more kill to add to my roster.

One more victory for the Imperium.

Day 27.

I’ve been up all night. Where in the Solar is Eli? Or even Lars if he’s alive???

The comm room is empty, completely deserted. I searched high and low in case that bastard Eli was hiding out in here. I even switched on the central voxcom for the building and called him out. If he’s alive in this place, he heard me. That’s for damn sure, and if he’s smart he’s ten day’s march from this building already, moving as fast as those heretical legs will carry himself.


I guess I’m just psyching myself up for the fight now. Who knows what kind of witchery he has at his disposal. Or what kind of tricks he can use against me.
For all I know, he’s responsible for everything that’s happened.

For us finding Delta’s distress call.

For us all being violated by these aberrations and blasphemous influences.

For Blake. Jones, Lars and Sarge…

All of it is his fault.
I’m not a member of the Commissariat, nor am I an officer of the Imperium. I have no authority in this matter and I respectfully ask any ranking officer to court martial me appropriately should I survive this nightmare. Because I will do what I have to do. I will execute Eli for dereliction of duty, for turning his back on the Emperor and humanity itself.

It’s not my duty as a soldier of the guard to do this. It’s my duty as a human being.

Come on Eli. Do your worst!

I’m ready to send you screaming to the Warp!

>>5554792
this predicament smells like a leaking atomic weapon to me...

Day 27.

I couldn’t stand waiting for Eli. Not after I psyched myself up for an epic battle of wills against this murderous heretic. Though I’m not so sure anymore.

Eli is dead.

I was stalking through the corridors, sweeping room by room, I got to the mess hall and I found him. Lying on a table, his service knife stabbed through his chest.
I think he did it to himself… His hands were clutched so tightly around the handle of the blade that it must have been his own doing. But I found something peculiar on his person.

A data slate…


Eli was keeping a journal like myself. After reading through some of his latest entries I am deeply disturbed.

He keeps talking about hearing messages from command. I never heard any such messages, and Eli never spoke about anything of the sort. But apparently they went on to say that relief would arrive, reinforcements would drop within the week and a tactical strike against the heretics would be formed.
Though he also went on to describe that there were voices in the mist… Or whatever that meant…

And he suspected me of being a heretic in his pages.

Said I was always sneaking around an ‘idol’ and keeping to myself presumably to pray to the heathen gods…

The irony is almost making me laugh.

But I have to wonder…

What did happen to Lars? Does this mean he’s the heretic? Or is he as dead as Eli? And why did Eli decide to do himself in like Sarge?

I know it’s stating the obvious, but there is something not right here.

MOAR

Day 27.

I’ve been searching around for Lars, in case he’s alive somewhere. If anything he’s my last and prime suspect on what’s been going on. But I can’t find any trace of him, not a body, not any of his kit, nothing. If he’s alive he heard me on the voxcom, even when I called out Eli for a one on one fight to the death.
If he’s wounded or dead, I would have found him by now.

This place isn’t a Hive city, it’s not like there are a lot of places to hide. So he has to be around somewhere. Maybe he’s outside? I’ll have to check that out soon. See if there is any evidence of tracks or sign of him outdoors.

I need to be on my toes though.

Lars was a good soldier. Good enough that my superiors adopted him for additional training in special weapons deployment. That might not mean much to say one of the glory boys or the immortal Astartes, but to us guard, it’s a bloody achievement.
And who knows what kind of traps he might have set up for me.

If he’s even alive….

Right... Bed time. Serious this time. I'm soo fucking tired I could die in this seat and not give a shit. I'll continue and finish the rest tomorrow. For those of you that give a shit. The entire thing will be posted at 19:00 onwards GMT British time.

Or 16-17:00ish 4chan time. from what I can see here.

Soooooo BLAAH! You'll have to wait until then.

Night Night!

Archive this. Now.

Haha, so everyone is affected by the same shit.

archive...archive...archive...now!!!!!