Journal of the Damned Blog 3 of 3

Day 500: The day after the congregation went mad, the rescue party arrived and began the process of surveying the recent catastrophe that had unfolded. Doc Martin was standing in front of a crudely-formed guillotine, when a couple of young men called him over to view a corpse that was different from all the rest.

“Hey Doc,” one of the men said. “It looks like this one died protecting his journal. Perhaps it can help explain what went on here while we were getting help.”

Doc. Martin picked up the journal and began to read the last few entries. Half-way through, he looked up with a pale face and said “Boys drop everything you found here; especially that meat. Rig up some TNT and a detonator to blow the entrance to this section of the cave. Let its secrets and the diseases that go with it; be buried from the eyes of man. Perhaps someday the singe that is burned in our memories fade as well.”

Absentmindedly slipping the journal into his pocket, Doc Martin walked out of the cavern and into the winding twenty mile stretch that led to the cave’s entrance.