Day thirty two
Official log
I'm not here on behalf of any organization or department. I am (or was?) A soldier once, but that's irrelevant. I had access to classified material, but mainly because I was a mechanic working on armored vehicles. There are no government groups forcing me to be here.
I'm here out of nothing but curiosity.
I found the... anomaly? The hole? About a month ago. I'm not sure how to describe it. It was cold. Felt like how tv static looked.
I had a sizable collection of gear and ammo, so I decided I would check it out. Not like I have anything to live for out there anyway. Packed a bag with bullets, rations, and other such things I might need.
I am in a long hallway, that branches off to the left every so often. Occasionally, there is a door on the same side. Wood with a metal, lever-style handle. The floor is tile. Occasionally dirty or cracked. The walls are brick, painted white. The lights above are like that in an office building, or a school? And they aren't very bright. Occasionally they flicker, or entirely do not work.
My footsteps echo. I find solace in the fact that anything that tries to sneak up on me will be heard long before the fact.
It's cold. I remember a deployment to eastern Europe in the winter, and it's the same kind of cold that you feel in your bones. Luckily there's no wind, and my gear keeps me warm.
Another thing... there's no smell here. Like, I smell myself. Gunpowder from a shot. But no ambient scent.
I hear something or somethings ahead.
Will update later.