Speaker 1: From the journal of Private George Gall one hundred and
Speaker 1: twelfth Regiment, US Army. These documents were stolen from a
Speaker 1: secure vault in Fort Leavenworth Prison, Kansas City, Kansas, in
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy four. It is November twelfth, twenty nineteen. At
Speaker 1: the time of this posting, George Gall would be almost
Speaker 1: one hundred years old. Now, the US Army has no
Speaker 1: record of George Gall serving in the years in question.
Speaker 1: We believe he is still being held in Fort Leavenworth Prison.
Speaker 1: Stamped on the stolen file is Prisoner nine one two
Speaker 1: two five five seven Top Secret. Filed twenty sixth June
Speaker 1: nineteen fifty. Note to reader, I have transposed the Journal
Speaker 1: entries manuscript to a digital word file. The original manuscript
Speaker 1: is locked away. Journal Entry twenty four September nineteen forty nine.
Speaker 1: We left Kansas in a plane two hours ago. It's
Speaker 1: good to be out eleven Worth and breathing free air.
Speaker 1: This plane is uncomfortable and cold. We're en route to Europe.
Speaker 1: I heard one of the officers say Poland we are
Speaker 1: a sorry looking lot of criminals. Everyone on this plane
Speaker 1: has been sentenced to death, but the sentences have been
Speaker 1: commuted if we agree to this mission. We don't know
Speaker 1: what the mission is. I suppose we'll find out soon enough.
Speaker 1: It's better than being hung or shot. Though I was
Speaker 1: a demolition specialist before I killed that officer. I guess
Speaker 1: they need someone to blow something up. Journal entry to
Speaker 1: twenty nine September nineteen forty nine. We arrived yesterday at dark.
Speaker 1: The town we flew into was big. I heard the
Speaker 1: word strosen. There was a lot of traffic as we
Speaker 1: left the city into the countryside in a deuce and
Speaker 1: a half. We've been told not to ask questions and
Speaker 1: not to associate with locals. The truck ride beat us
Speaker 1: to death. Some roads are still not repaired from the war.
Speaker 1: It took four hours to get here. I don't know
Speaker 1: where we are. The place was abandoned by the Poles
Speaker 1: years ago, maybe a plague. The Germans built concrete structures
Speaker 1: underground in nineteen forty two. This place isn't even on
Speaker 1: our maps. But here we are. The old German facility
Speaker 1: in the little town are abandoned. We are the first
Speaker 1: to arrive. We have Captain Decker, he's in charge of security,
Speaker 1: Smith who's in charge of something, and Major Flynn he's
Speaker 1: in charge of everything, whatever that might be. For the
Speaker 1: time being, I have only spoken to Captain Decker. He
Speaker 1: wouldn't tell me why we're here or what the mission is.
Speaker 1: Fifteen men here. No one answers my questions. Journal entry,
Speaker 1: three October nineteen forty nine. More men arrived the last
Speaker 1: couple of days. We're close to eighty in total, criminal
Speaker 1: soldiers and scientists. I don't know what's going on, but
Speaker 1: apparently we're waiting for more men and supplies, and then
Speaker 1: we go to work. Something feels off. Journal entry, nine
Speaker 1: October nineteen forty nine. Today Major Flynn gave us a
Speaker 1: heads up, not much detail. Seems like we're after something
Speaker 1: the Germans left behind. We don't know what or where.
Speaker 1: It's important to them, though so important. They burned the
Speaker 1: whole city when we arrived. It's smoldering. Days later the
Speaker 1: town had been abandoned, not much of a loss. I've
Speaker 1: been speaking with some of the new guys, and most
Speaker 1: of them are all sentenced to death. Everyone was sentenced
Speaker 1: for different crimes, but we were all about to go
Speaker 1: to the wall and be shot when we were offered
Speaker 1: this mission. I was assigned to a squad earlier today
Speaker 1: where a bunch of misfits and deviants. Every man here
Speaker 1: is a criminal. Most are murderers. I've met a couple
Speaker 1: of arsonists. The firebugs give me the creeps. Dutch was
Speaker 1: named squad leader the High Nco among us. He knew
Speaker 1: the job well enough, so no one said a word
Speaker 1: killers being led by a killer. This should go real well.
Speaker 1: Journal Entry, eleventh October nineteen forty nine. We finally went
Speaker 1: on patrol to the abandoned German structure. It felt like
Speaker 1: it was back in the war. The woods around the
Speaker 1: place looked exactly like Belgium during the Battle of the Bulge.
Speaker 1: The only difference is the weather. It was freezing back there.
Speaker 1: It's not too bad here. We're armed for combat on
Speaker 1: this little secret mission. Lots of boom booms and bang bangs.
Speaker 1: We loaded up on as many rounds and grenades as
Speaker 1: we could carry. Old habits die hard, especially when you've
Speaker 1: been in a fight. I don't know what we're looking
Speaker 1: for here. As we were leaving camp, I turned around
Speaker 1: and gave it a good look. The barracks at the back,
Speaker 1: the mess hall next to them, the officers quarters, and
Speaker 1: all the shit we brought with us. The place had
Speaker 1: grown in the two weeks since we are trenches surround
Speaker 1: the town and the concrete structures. Me and Jenkins dropped
Speaker 1: inside to check, but we found nothing interesting. The tunnels
Speaker 1: were blown out and blocked, so we left. We did
Speaker 1: a sweep of the town. Everything was burned. I walked
Speaker 1: inside one of the houses that used to be and
Speaker 1: I kicked a skeleton. Only thing was left was bones
Speaker 1: and a rusty lugar next to a skull. What happened here?
Speaker 1: Journal entry, twenty three October nineteen forty nine. Our squad
Speaker 1: is overseen patrolling around the town for days. We wake up,
Speaker 1: we have some chow, and then patrol the same trails
Speaker 1: we were on yesterday. In the days before, we come
Speaker 1: back at dusk and we get some chow and repeat
Speaker 1: the process. We're not the only ones doing it, though.
Speaker 1: I spoke with some men from another squad watching the
Speaker 1: west flank. One of them told me that we're searching
Speaker 1: for something the Nazis were trying to use for the war,
Speaker 1: maybe a weapon. I didn't care. If I hadn't come along,
Speaker 1: I'd be a dead man by now. I finally heard
Speaker 1: Dutches's story today. He was the only survivor of a
Speaker 1: plane crash on D Day. The Germans were looking for survivors,
Speaker 1: so he hid under rubble and the bodies of his
Speaker 1: buddies for three days. Our boys showed up and he
Speaker 1: came out. I understand why it affected him mentally. Anyone
Speaker 1: else would have killed themselves, but he survived it. I
Speaker 1: don't think I could have done it. Last night I
Speaker 1: overheard some doctors talking about something called Project Morphous. They
Speaker 1: said that we're close to finding something we aren't supposed
Speaker 1: to ask questions. But his days pass. I'm beginning to
Speaker 1: wonder what exactly are we're looking for. Journal entry, twenty
Speaker 1: three November nineteen forty nine. I haven't been on patrol
Speaker 1: in weeks. My squad has become manual labor. We've been
Speaker 1: digging day in and day out. We eat, sleep, and dig.
Speaker 1: Two weeks ago Major Woodward gave the order to start digging.
Speaker 1: We haven't stopped since. I wish they would call in
Speaker 1: some heavy equipment. This would go a lot faster, but
Speaker 1: it's the Army where it is. We're searching for the
Speaker 1: right bunker. We found several structures, but when we get
Speaker 1: close to clearing the dirt away, the structure collapses we
Speaker 1: moved to a new site. They've ordered some of the
Speaker 1: manual labor into town to begin excavating there. Maybe we'll
Speaker 1: find what we're looking for. This is killing me. Journal
Speaker 1: entry one, December nineteen forty nine. We found round it.
Speaker 1: I guess it's the one the scientists have been looking for.
Speaker 1: I heard a team in white lab coats went in.
Speaker 1: They spent two days hauling stuff out. We weren't allowed
Speaker 1: to observe earlier Today me and other demolition guys went
Speaker 1: down the hole and placed explosives in the bunker. It
Speaker 1: was close to a yard of concrete in the walls
Speaker 1: and ceiling. Nothing well placed charges couldn't handle. The whole
Speaker 1: valley roared with the explosion, and I must say that
Speaker 1: after digging like crazy, blowing something up was great. Journal entry,
Speaker 1: eighteen December nineteen forty nine. The whole town is slowly
Speaker 1: becoming an experiment. We haven't seen any of the scientists
Speaker 1: in weeks. They're all down in another bunker inside the town.
Speaker 1: We've seen trucks loaded with machinery and mysterious boxes come
Speaker 1: in and out. The genius has figured out that heavy
Speaker 1: equipment will make this all go faster. We're a mile
Speaker 1: away from the town. But when you lay on your
Speaker 1: head on your bed, you can hear the machines. Digging
Speaker 1: Journal entry twenty four December nineteen forty nine. It's Christmas
Speaker 1: and snow's been falling. It's gotten deep outside. Now it's
Speaker 1: like the bulls. We're not allowed to send or received letters.
Speaker 1: So the major decided to throw a party for everybody.
Speaker 1: We have some booze and we're having turkey later today
Speaker 1: Journal entry too January nineteen fifty Last night, an earthquake
Speaker 1: caught us sleeping. We jumped out of our bunks and
Speaker 1: looked outside. Lights were coming from the town. A beam
Speaker 1: made of colors like a rainbow, was swirling in the sky.
Speaker 1: The light grew bright and blinded us. Then it was gone.
Speaker 1: I couldn't see much for the rest of the night,
Speaker 1: but my eyes are improving. We asked some of the
Speaker 1: officers about those lights, and the answer we got was
Speaker 1: what lights. Most of us were deemed paranoid or with
Speaker 1: some mental disorder. We were all given meds each day.
Speaker 1: None of us took them. I would find little pills
Speaker 1: scattered all over made me laugh, but the officers never
Speaker 1: said anything about it. What were those lights, Journal entry,
Speaker 1: five January nineteen fifty. Four days ago, a patrol squad vanished.
Speaker 1: We couldn't find them or make radio contact. They were
Speaker 1: found late today. Some supply guys stumbled on them. They
Speaker 1: were covered with snow and not obvious to anyone. Soon
Speaker 1: the corpses were hauled into camp. I looked at them
Speaker 1: and they were ripped to pieces. Officers said that was
Speaker 1: a pack of wolves. I knew wolves didn't do that
Speaker 1: to people. No predator rips bodies apart like that without
Speaker 1: eating them. A sense of dread washed over the camp,
Speaker 1: and morale dropped like a hammer. What had killed all
Speaker 1: these men? Journal Entry, seventh January nineteen fifty There have
Speaker 1: been more killings around the camp. Everyone is afraid to
Speaker 1: go on patrol now. We don't know what the hell's
Speaker 1: going on. Every night someone disappears, and every day we
Speaker 1: find a new corpse somewhere. All of them look the same.
Speaker 1: They're eyeless, gutless and tongueless, ripped to pieces. Some are decapitated.
Speaker 1: The major has ordered every man to perimeter duty, night watches,
Speaker 1: a rotation system. I was on watch every five days.
Speaker 1: Now it's every other night. We've dug foxholes and we've
Speaker 1: pulled out the big guns. Fifty cows were placed at
Speaker 1: fifty yard intervals. We all carried double ammo on watch.
Speaker 1: Nothing has approached. I hope it stays quiet. Journal entry,
Speaker 1: eleven January nineteen fifty. Tonight, we saw it. We saw
Speaker 1: the thing that's been killing our guys. It was nothing
Speaker 1: made by God. It attacked a patrol that was about
Speaker 1: to enter the wire. As soon as we saw it,
Speaker 1: we opened fire. Hundreds of rounds were fired at this thing.
Speaker 1: Someone had to have hit it. Every time I closed
Speaker 1: my eyes, I still see the fire of the machine
Speaker 1: gun lighting up that thing. It had long arms and
Speaker 1: short legs, and it was hairless and had dark skin,
Speaker 1: and the sound it made it was very strange. We
Speaker 1: managed to pull two men away from the attack and
Speaker 1: inside the wire. They're in pretty bad shape. One of
Speaker 1: them is unconscious and the other was bitting on the
Speaker 1: arm right now. He's delusional with fever, probably an infection
Speaker 1: from that animal. He keeps saying over and over, he's coming,
Speaker 1: He's coming. I couldn't sleep all night. At first light,
Speaker 1: my squad left a search for the monster. We didn't
Speaker 1: find it, but we found the trail of blood it left.
Speaker 1: The blood was black like crude oil. What are we
Speaker 1: doing here? Journal entry twelve January nineteen fifty. Another earthquake
Speaker 1: woke us, and, like the last time, a beam of
Speaker 1: light turned the night today for a second. I closed
Speaker 1: my eyes before it blinded me again. It's good move, Davis.
Speaker 1: The guy we rescued yesterday, he killed himself. He smashed
Speaker 1: his head against the floor of the nursery. I didn't
Speaker 1: know a human could kill himself that way, Nicholson, he's
Speaker 1: the unconscious guy. Well he was gone. He had totally vanished.
Speaker 1: Later we found him in the shower. He had cut
Speaker 1: his own throat with a knife, and on the shower
Speaker 1: wall in blood, he had written with his finger, He's coming.
Speaker 1: I've been afraid before, but never like this. Journal entry
Speaker 1: twenty seven January nineteen fifty. Things have gone from bad
Speaker 1: to worse. No one patrols at night anymore. When the
Speaker 1: sun goes down, we all jump into our foxholes and
Speaker 1: load our rifles and freeze all night and pray nothing
Speaker 1: comes for us. But the killing continues. We found two
Speaker 1: missing men today. Something ripped out their hearts and took
Speaker 1: their heads. Their weapons were scraps of twisted metal and
Speaker 1: broken wood, covered with a thick red slime. No one
Speaker 1: dares to sleep more than three hours a day. Something's
Speaker 1: hiding there, and we want to be ready when it comes.
Speaker 1: There's a lot of veterans of the war here. Some
Speaker 1: thought in the bulge with me, and some fought in
Speaker 1: the Pacific. We've all seen war, and we've faced death
Speaker 1: and seen the horrors. But now we're afraid of something else.
Speaker 1: You can feel it. Men who fought with me say
Speaker 1: that we're back in the bulls, and I say that too.
Speaker 1: The only difference is instead of fighting Nazis, we're fighting monsters.
Speaker 1: Journal Entry, thirty January nineteen fifty. We kill one of
Speaker 1: those things today. They tried to sneak inside the wire.
Speaker 1: I was sleeping when the fifty cows woke me up,
Speaker 1: and I rushed outside with my rifle. Then the firing ceased.
Speaker 1: I saw the guys all staring at something, and I
Speaker 1: walked for a closer look. I'm not sure what it was.
Speaker 1: The guys fired a hundred bullets at it, but it
Speaker 1: was still alive. It was twitching. I emptied the magazine
Speaker 1: into it, but it still didn't die, and with a
Speaker 1: sudden jerk. It launched at the man closest to it.
Speaker 1: The monster swiped at the soldier and missed, but he
Speaker 1: hit his rifle and cut it in half with his claws.
Speaker 1: Someone showed up with a flamethrower. Hell, I didn't know
Speaker 1: we even had flamethrowers. We backed up, and he covered
Speaker 1: that thing with fire. The roar of the flames and
Speaker 1: the screeches of that monster as it burned are noises
Speaker 1: I will never forget. We got to figure out a
Speaker 1: way to get out of here. God help us all.
Speaker 1: Journal entry, six February nineteen fifty. Today they brought one
Speaker 1: of the scientists back. He had been working in town
Speaker 1: in one of the bunkers. I saw him as they
Speaker 1: rushed him to the nursery, was missing an arm. Hours
Speaker 1: later we heard him scream the same words others had
Speaker 1: said before they killed themselves. He's coming, he said. I'm
Speaker 1: not staying. To find out who he is, overheard some
Speaker 1: of the guys planning to desert. Going with them is
Speaker 1: another death sentence. Though if I get caught, where would
Speaker 1: I go? If we got away? I'm thinking ahead for
Speaker 1: the first time in my life. This place is a nightmare.
Speaker 1: I don't know how I'm going to get out of here.
Speaker 1: Journal entry, eight February nineteen fifty. Major Flynn captured half
Speaker 1: the deserters three miles from camp. A few hours later,
Speaker 1: he sentenced them to death. Everyone was forced to witness
Speaker 1: their execution by firing squad. That could have been me
Speaker 1: standing there. I was included in a patrol today to
Speaker 1: find the other deserters. Didn't take long to find them.
Speaker 1: We followed their tracks another two miles, and their mangled
Speaker 1: corpses were laying close together in a clearing, a giant
Speaker 1: red stain in the pristine white forest snow. When is
Speaker 1: this going to end? Journal entry, twenty February nineteen fifty.
Speaker 1: Yesterday forty more men showed up, their regular infantry, not
Speaker 1: criminals like us. Their gung hoe to get into a fight.
Speaker 1: But they don't realize that they've been sent into hell.
Speaker 1: They found out when the Major sent them in squads
Speaker 1: to patrol different areas around the town. I think the
Speaker 1: strategy was if one squad gets taken out by the creature,
Speaker 1: the other three would make it. Some made it back alive,
Speaker 1: but most didn't. The soldiers who walked back were showing
Speaker 1: signs of going mad. Like the others. They will soon
Speaker 1: be dead too, by their own hands. And as days
Speaker 1: go by, I wonder if God is watching us. I
Speaker 1: don't think he is. Journal Entry, twenty two February nineteen fifty.
Speaker 1: I'm losing my mind in this god forsaken place. Last
Speaker 1: night I had a dream I was floating somewhere and
Speaker 1: it was cold, dark and empty. I felt a hand
Speaker 1: on my neck and a voice said, I'm coming for
Speaker 1: you all. I woke up and I had a black
Speaker 1: mark on my neck. It was like the black crude
Speaker 1: type blood we found weeks before. It wouldn't wash off.
Speaker 1: I went for some challenge. Saw that every soldier has
Speaker 1: the same mark on his neck. I'm hearing the voice
Speaker 1: in my head now. It's coming from the town, coming
Speaker 1: from that old bunker. Journal Entry, Tree one April nineteen fifty.
Speaker 1: Men are now being killed, one by one. I'm losing
Speaker 1: my mind. The demons are roaming the perimeter, killing everyone
Speaker 1: they can get their hands on. There's more than one.
Speaker 1: We're beginning to lose it. I hear him getting closer
Speaker 1: and closer, and I hear the same words, over and
Speaker 1: over and over. I'm coming. Journal Entry, nine April nineteen fifty.
Speaker 1: We found Barnaby dead on the bathroom floor. Today he
Speaker 1: smashed his head against the wall. I still hear the voice.
Speaker 1: Journal entry, twelve April nineteen fifty. There are fewer of
Speaker 1: us each day. Captain Decker killed himself this morning. Dutch disappeared.
Speaker 1: Last night Powers was in the nursery after something tore
Speaker 1: his arm off. I'm losing track of the days. The
Speaker 1: major disappeared last night. He went straight into that evil town.
Speaker 1: Now there are only a few of us left. We're
Speaker 1: running low on AMMO and food. God help us. He's coming.
Speaker 1: Journal entry, fifteen April nineteen fifty. There are five of
Speaker 1: us left. All the others have killed themselves or have
Speaker 1: been killed by the monsters now roaming inside the perimeter.
Speaker 1: I'm in hell and God has forsaken me, and I'm
Speaker 1: going to die a terrible death. I have no will
Speaker 1: to fight. It's hopeless. He's coming. Journal entry, eighteen April
Speaker 1: nineteen fifty. He came today. Everything is going dark. I'm
Speaker 1: about to die. Journal entry twenty four June nineteen fifty.
Speaker 1: I think I survived. I don't know how I got
Speaker 1: here or how long I've been here. This hospital is
Speaker 1: bright and white soft sheets on soft beds. No one
Speaker 1: is in the room with me. There's an animal smell
Speaker 1: in the room. I've smelled it before. I'm not sure
Speaker 1: where I can smell the nurses perfume in the hallway.
Speaker 1: That's weird. I hear English spoken outside the room. Maybe
Speaker 1: I'm back in the States. A nurse just peeked in
Speaker 1: on me and smiled, he's awake, doctor, I heard her say. Later,
Speaker 1: three officers entered my room with their assistance. There was
Speaker 1: standing room only. They stared at me like looking at
Speaker 1: an animal at the zoo. Do you know what you are?
Speaker 1: As the senior officer, I'm alive, I said, But do
Speaker 1: you know what happened? And what you are? What was
Speaker 1: he talking about? I shut my mouth. That's always best
Speaker 1: when the questions come from officers. A mirror was on
Speaker 1: the night stand, and I raised my hand to reach it,
Speaker 1: but restraints held my arm tight to the bed. I
Speaker 1: hadn't noticed them where my hand should have been. A
Speaker 1: bony gnarled, Oh God, that's not my hand, it's a
Speaker 1: monster's hand. What the hell is this? And I struggle
Speaker 1: with the restraints. An officer nodded at the nurse she
Speaker 1: held the mirror in front of me. That's not me,
Speaker 1: I said, that's not me. I was filled with rage,
Speaker 1: and I growled at the humans, and I fought against
Speaker 1: the restraints. The nurse ran to my side and injected me,
Speaker 1: and all faded to black again. Final journal entry, twenty
Speaker 1: five June nineteen fifty I'm back at Leavenworth, in a
Speaker 1: cell in solitary. I hear no noises, I'm alone, and
Speaker 1: I'm hungry.