[[All entries are assumed to be written in Russian. For the sake of this Journal, it is translated to English so that players can keep up with the Story.]]

February 24….

There are two of us left.

It feels like we’ve been wandering this island for ages. So much so that its hard to keep track of what day of the week it is. The Ship had long run out of supplies, and as unique a shelter as it was, we couldn’t afford to stay in that area. They’re all missing now, Jade, Sergei, Mikhail.. all of them. The only one that’s left is Danya, and she’s a bit too timid to venture out on her own. I suppose that’s a good thing, as it seems like every time we need to split, someone else vanishes. I don’t’ know if they just ditched us, or if they’re in trouble. Its starting to play on my soul. However, I can see buildings in the distance, so maybe we’ll have some luck. While Danya is good company, and a good lay, the monotony is getting to us both. Maybe if we can make it to the city, we’ll find something to break the cycle. Two days, maybe three. The dead walk, people vanish without a trace.. Anything is possible at this point.