Source Archive: First Wave

Logfile:MO.d1152

Well, today marks 200 days of cowardice. 200 days of sitting here in my cabin pretending to be busy instead of going back to the eastern mountains and finding my 8-limbed friend. 200 days of telling myself I can do it later, it’s not urgent.

I like to call myself a scientist, or at least an explorer. That’s why I took the berth on the Cabot. Gonna see things no one else has ever seen.

Then I do just that and what do I do? Run away like a fucking idiot.

And never go back.

Coward.

Damn it.