Phoenix Logs/Campaign Logs/The Turn of the Screw


 * Palmer, Nathaniel J. Archaeologist, Lamb Research Center. Date: 01/17/2559


 * It has been two months since the attack and our group has atrophied to eight.
 * Four disappeared one night while the rest of us slept. Each of them had argued
 * with us that week about returning to the base to see if they could reopen the
 * portal, so I can only hope they left in the night to go back without us. Three we
 * lost to thirst, hunger and the elements. I am ashamed to notice that our
 * smaller group is now more manageable - finding food and water is easier with
 * fewer mouths to feed.


 * During this time, the invaders have not been idle. Yesterday we stumbled upon
 * what seems to be some kind of transport route, moving resources they're
 * mining to supply their forces. The lanes sprawl out across the land like a spider
 * web, with all the grace and aesthetics of Forerunner design.


 * We rested and argued for a while about which direction to head in. There was a
 * real danger we could accidentally stumble upon an enemy base, but that could
 * also lead to supplies, perhaps even a vehicle we could steal.


 * We are hungry and exhausted and cannot last much longer in the wild. One of
 * us, Brewer, said as much and not for the first time raved about surrendering.
 * We thought we had talked him out of it but the next morning he had gone. If
 * he had successfully surrendered he could have given away our position, so we
 * had no choice but to start moving immediately.


 * We look for cover but avoid the trees because I have seen strange shimmers
 * and movement amongst them. I am scared and tired and want to give up. But
 * that won't get me back to you.