> IT'S GETTING WORSE.

> MY ARM IS... IT'S BLEEDING. AT THE BEGINNING I THOUGHT IT WAS GETTING BETTER, BUT IT'S JUST DETERIORATING.

> IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A NORMAL INJURY. IT'S TURNING THAT SAME PITCH-BLACK COLOR.

> I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT IT ANY MORE.

>

> [AUDIO DESCRIPTION: LOUD CLATTERING]

> THE MACHINERY IS GETTING LOUDER.

> I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN DAYS. I THINK.

> THERE REALLY ISN'T A WAY TO TELL.

>

> [AUDIO DESCRIPTION: RUSTLING]

> I DON'T THINK I'M ALONE HERE.

> I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING ELSE, BUT I CAN HEAR IT.

>

> I'M GOING TO TRY TO ESCAPE AGAIN.

>

>

> PLEASE.

>

> I JUST WANT TO GO HOME.

>

>

>

> END LOG.