Test Subject
A fictional story
Drew Rudolph
Entry one, November 15, 2009
Today we got our test subject, he does not know were he is. All he remembers is getting in a car crash. He thinks he is in the forest.
Entry two, November 19, 2009
He is getting hungry. He has a reliable water source, he found it in the far left of the test chamber, but he cannot find a reliable food source, it appears he does not know how to hunt, and he does not know how to plant.
Entry three, November 24, 2009
He found a deer and killed it with a stone. I never expected humans could be this hostile when desperate. He did not even bother to cook it. It seems like he is not one of us any more.
Entry four, December 5, 2009
He is starting to go crazy, he spends his time during the day next to the water talking to a rock he drew a face on wisth his own blood to make it seem more real. It is disturbing to see what we humans can become when pushed to the extreme.
Entry five, December 11, 2009
He is running low on food. Once he killed the deer he ate a lot, and now the deer is rotting. He is starting to look for new food sources. Maybe we should send a bear into the test chamber to see what he does.
Entry six, December 17, 2009
The bear was a success. He set a trap, and killed the bear. We just noticed to day he has set up a house like thing next to the pond. He is letting the bear skin dry out, so he can use it as an insolent.
Entry Seven, December 25, 2009
He is dying slowly. He is loosing weight fast, and his unstable mental condition is not helping him. He is starting to talk to trees. He is fine on food, but he has stopped eating. We are going to turn the snow on soon. He will most likely die within the first month.
Entry eight, January 1, 2009
He found one of our cameras today. It was disguised as a bird. Once he “killed” it, it fell to the ground and shattered. He seemed confused, as if he had never seen wires before. It seems he is devolving.
Entry nine, January 10, 2009
We turned on the snow to day, not much, just an inch. He seemed cold, but he knew what to do to stay warm. He used the bear hide to keep himself warm. He hunted a deer also. Once he killed it, he brought it back to his camp, and slit its stomach and went into it to stay warm.
Entry ten, January 15, 2009
He skinned the deer, and made one of the bones into a primitive pen. He is also letting the deer hide dry out. He is starting to act depressed. He does not have as much motive to do anything.
Entry Eleven, January 23, 2009
He is getting impatient with the deer hide, it has not dried yet. He is using the bear hide to make a rope type thing. It seems he has not lost all thought process.
Entry Twelve, January 25, 2009
The deer hide has dried and he is making holes in it and putting some of the makeshift rope in the holes.
Entry Thirteen, January 26, 2009
We found him hanging in front of out camera dead. He used the bear hide to hang himself. Behind him, is the deer hide tied up, on it is written in blood, “Experiment.” We believe he used the pen he made. We are not sure how he found out about this. It is a shame to see such a good test subject go to waste.
Entry Fourteen, January 28, 2009
I saw a camera today, one I was not aware of. This place is starting to seem more and more alone.
Entry Fifteen, February 5, 2009
Every one in this place seems different. They treat me different, they look away when I walk towards them.
Entry Sixteen, February 10, 2009
My only friend has left, Vincent Rider. He was hinting at something last night, and then when I got up, and went to the lab, he was not there, but some one posing as him.
Entry Seventeen, February 14, 2009
Today was moderately normal. We got a new test subject. He looks strangely familiar.
Entry Eighteen, February 17, 2009
I cannot tell were I have seen this test subject. He reminds me of Vincent. He has been drawing weird symbols in the sand.
Entry Nineteen, February 19, 2009
He is making a message. All I can make out now is “Iti smey”
Entry Twenty, February 23, 2009
It was some kind of code. Itismey, I tismey, itism ey. I can’t seem to get it. Once the others saw the code, they turned the wind on, and “accidently” killed him.
Entry Twenty one, February 27, 2009
I got it, It is me. I am not sure were the y came from. Could this mean, the test subject was Vincent?
Entry Twenty two, March 10, 2009
People are leaving one by one. There are only 5 people left besides me.
Entry Twenty three, March 17, 2009
I am the only one left here. Everyone’s things are still where they were.
Entry Twenty four, march 18, 2009
I found a gun, I will not kill myself though. They are testing me. Seeing what I will do.
Entry Twenty five, march 23, 2009
I made a new friend today, he is a box I drew a face on, but he actually talks back. His name is Filbert.
Entry Twenty six, March 24, 2009
The gun seems friendlier and friendlier.
Entry Twenty seven, March 28, 2009
I love every one here! They are so nice. They listen to everything I say! They agree with every thing I say!
Entry twenty eight, April 5, 2009
I woke up to find every one gone again. It is only me and Filbert.
Entry twenty nine, April 9, 2009
I played hide and seek with filbert. He is not very good at it. I found him once I turned around. And then I waited for 4 hours under a sink.
Entry Thirty, April 12, 2009
Filbert threw a party for me today. There was cake.
Entry thirty one, April 15, 2009
The gun spoke to me today, it said it wanted to kiss my head.
Entry Thirty two, April 18, 2009
The gun seems nice. Maybe I should bring him with me and filbert.
Entry Thirty three, April 22, 2009
Filbert is missing. The gun is my only friend. He seems nice, but…I can’t put my finger on it. I think it wants me to do something.
Entry Thirty Four, April 25, 2009
I had a melt down today. I am beginning to question my existence here.. I wish I could just pull myself together.
Entry thirty Five, April 27, 2009
I let the gun almost kiss me today, it was such a rush, like the first kiss.
Entry Thirty Six, April 30, 2009
Every day here it gets lonelier. The gun seemed nice at first, but it has a fake attitude… I am considering putting an end to it. I should look into it. Who knows. This could all be a dream. And I will just wake up! No…that is absurd.
Entry Thirty Seven, May 1456, 2009
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