Me an my buddy George just got drafted along with some other pigmasks to hunt some chimeras, god knows what they are, all I know is that they have button on their back that turns them off when pressed.
We finally started hunting those things, lost some men too, apparently those bites launch us far, I saw some guy George was talking to half-way across the field.
The chimeras just started pounding on us, my buddy George, he didn’t make it, only me and the captain survived the attack, I had a nail-gun I found earlier that I shot the same monster that killed George, got it right in it’s eye, I’ll kill it, even if it is the last thing I do.
Now it’s just me, the captain got killed by one of those things, I just want to go home, I’ll request immediate evac.
No response for over 12 hours, I’d send another, but I hear a roar that I’m not to fond of, will scout out for it.
I killed that damn chimera, the one that killed George, I shot that bird thing on it’s head, and it somehow killed it. Why did I ever sign up for this? Why did I think this would be a good idea? This whole chimera project was one big mistake! I’ll request another evac, but if I do not get a response in another 12 hours, I will have no other choice, I hope it does not come to that…
I am Robbert, and I cannot take it anymore. Perhaps the nail in my jugular will explain the rest.