It is with fleeting hope and desperation that I write this letter. It is my wish that if all is lost, this will serve as a record of the atrocities that took place here.
The Island was chosen as the ideal location to send those that had the “condition.” The goal was to isolate the infected and therefore protect the rest of mankind from this horrific evil. It was thought by the powers that be, that they would destroy one another until they were no more. We couldn’t have been more wrong. In the frenzied rush to round up all those with Lycanthropic tendencies, mistakes were made. Innocent people had also been kidnapped. The fear was so great that precautions were not taken as to not violate the innocent. Fear has a way of encouraging mistakes and we made many. It is my belief that we will not be forgiven for our wrongs; In this world or the next. To forcibly remove innocent people from their home and loved ones would be bad enough. To remove them and dump them into the Devil’s playground is unfathomable. I pray that our efforts to correct this wrong will be met with God’s grace. Though I feel that hell will have a special place for those of us who are to blame.
When the mistakes we made were brought to our attention, we immediately formed a committee to address the issue. The committee chose the most able of us to rescue the “innocents.” While the survival of these innocent people was doubtful, we knew that there was only one way to remedy the situation. We had to return to the island. It shall be known that none of us actually believed we would ever return home; We knew full well it was a one way trip. After all, killing one werwolf is difficult enough, but how do you battle a colony of them on a remote island? As I previously stated, this was now about doing the right thing. We had to try to correct our sins, in order to be forgiven for our sins.
We arrived on the island this past Thursday. We all immediately noted the heavy, thick air. The awful scent of death was enough to make the even the strongest of us retch. Reluctantly, we moved deeper into the woods and it was immediately clear we were not alone. There was an electricity to this place that would make shivers dance up and down your spine. As night approached, we knew did our best to prepare for the dark. We set our traps and positioned our 50 Cal. (our best hope to ward off an onslaught of the beasts). Around 3 am I awoke with the flash of fire and the shaking of the ground. Their attack was faster and more intense than I had even imagined. All around me was animal madness so ferocious that my mind still is trying to process it. The cries of the men were drowned out by demonic growls and snarls. I ran away from the action, into the dark. I ran as fast as I could through the unforgiving brush, pleading all the way that my death would be quick.
It is now two days after our arrival...I think. I have occasionally blacked out. I suppose it’s my mind’s way of protecting itself from the reality I am now a part of. How and why I have managed to survive is beyond my comprehension. As far as I can tell, everyone is gone. I have seen no sign of the “innocents” and I believe my party was wiped out during the attack. I hold some hope that there are other survivors but I fear the worst. The constant howling in the distance and movement of the brush is enough to drive one mad. The isolation is intolerable and I can only imagine the fear and desperation of those wrongly placed here; The confusion and anger they must have felt. The unfortunate reality that I have come to understand, is that many of the “innocents” could very well have become our attackers of the previous night, for this is the vicious cycle we are trapped in!
To my detriment, while making my escape during the attack, I have lost my weapon. Without it I have no way of ending this misery and yet, no way of protecting my salvation. Perhaps worst of all, I have no method of ensuring I will not soon become one of them.
As I try to write this quick history of what happened here I find I must finish abruptly. There is movement off to my left; Something obviously very close by. I will not run. Even if I wanted to, there is no place to go. I will accept my fate. If anyone finds this, please understand that there is such thing as “hell on earth.” It is here, on this island. I can taste the terror in my mouth. My God! I have never seen a creature like this. I’m done... I’m shutting my eyes now...
