Journal Entry: 58293528Journal Entry # 58293528
Syndicate Number : Samson. Judas. Gaunt. Blackout.
When I last wrote in this journal I had just made a major breakthrough in the project. Things were really starting to pick up and there were no signs saying stop anywhere...unless you count a reanimated corpse telling me that I needed to stop playing god, but I wont be discouraged that easily.
After I took care of subject 534 I had to of course dispose of the remains. Technically speaking I could have kept him around for further study being that I have the ability to raise the dead, but I thought better of it considering I had just turned his head into what resembled sat upon cherry pie.
After I returned to the lab from the marshes about ten miles up the road I noticed something odd.Test subject 535 was missing.
She was already prepped and on ice just itching to be tinkered with too...I first assumed that it was lack of sleep and an over abundance of chemicals in my brain causing...how should I say...my mind to
Journal Entry: 58293527Journal Entry # 58293527
Syndicate Number - Samson. Judas. Gaunt. blackout.
Today was an interesting one...
Test subject 534 showed minimal resistance to drugs...whilst the rest are still raging maniacs who would bite off my face if given the opportunity.
But I suppose thats why man invented restraints...
After being injected with a double dose of the serum, test subject 534 did something even more amazing: The subject showed signs of above average intelligence!
Being the man of science that I am, I decided it best to give the subject another shot. He took it well.
The subject sat up and asked me in a not-so-dulcite-tone if I had something to write with. I gave him a pen and a composition book.
The subject began writing frantically, as if time were of grave importance, yet still sporadic like a child.
I watched him jot down endless lines for minutes disguised as hours.
The scientist in me wanted to know what this...thing...could possibly have to commit to paper. The man in me wnated to