Journal Entry # 5

Good Morning. I’d say it’s been about a full twenty-four hours since my last entry, so I’m playing a little catch up. After stocking up at the small store, a little surprise waited for me at the entrance. Now I know how strange this will sound, but given current events, it’s understandable. As I approached the exit, a small monkey jumped into my path. Now earlier, a man told me about a monkey in the building, but I shrugged it off as non-sense, due mostly because my faith in humanity wanes with the increasingly large number of evil-controlled locals. The monkey was chattering in front of me, jumping up and down franticly as they do, when I realized something. I can understand him. From my current grasp of the situation, I can only assume that my ability to communicate with him was somehow given to me by Paula. After talking with him for a while, he accompanied me in my journey. It is such a relief to have a traveling companion. With him at my side, I have an increased chance of fighting the evil away from my mind. As we ventured out, I started a theory of how similar the minds of humans and animals are. We as humans have always had this great separation between the other creatures of our planet. If people only knew the similarities, the advantages of such a discovery are unimaginable. To think, a great evil coming fourth to destroy us might be the key to uniting us all. Being lost in thought, I didn’t notice the creatures around us. They were acting strange and violent, but I didn’t even realize until it was almost too late, and so the first attack came. The monkey and I fought off a deranged snake that had apparently been stalking us since the store; Bubbles (as I affectionately refer to him) had been trying to tell me the whole time. The attacks didn’t stop there. We fought hard all night, battling through the nightmarish hoards of woodland creatures. As we fought, it was almost like I could see the face of the fiend controlling them, twisting their once peaceful faces into horrifying masks of death. I will never forget that night. To our greatest of good luck, we stumbled upon a tourist tent. We took refuge inside, ravenously consuming the soup offered to us. These men seemed kind and strong willed, so we decided to sleep here. I have yet to figure out why the animals only goes as far to attack us outside, away from other non-controlled beings? They could clearly overtake us, so what holds them back? Now as for the tourists, I have no idea what’s sparking the current surge of them to our area, but am currently leaving it to the fact that our horrendous rumors have spread farther then I had originally concluded. Bubbles tells me they are true, but I am a man of observation. I must see to believe, or at least experience to believe. I will conclude this entry before the others awake by saying this; although my travels are scary and difficult, I can honestly say things could be worse.