They told us that our results were excellent for the first mission, so they assigned us to more complicated ones. I don’t know how to feel about that one. My back is already killing me, and my arms are slowly becoming sore.

At first it didn’t seem as bad because the Old World’s gravity was weaker, but considering how bulky our suits are, the decreased gravity doesn’t really play an effect.

Unlike the first mission, they didn’t give us any day limit for the second one, so we will be on the field until “something happens”. Their words, not mine.

Yes, I am writing this before the mission starts, it is still the fifth of Void night. Tomorrow will be the second mission. I’d better get some sleep.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What are those noises? I don’t know what happened but once the sun set down we began to hear them. It’s like they are watching. How can noises watch? There is nothing out there, I made sure. Well, as sure as one can be with the sun out.

We used the ship’s front lights at full blast, but nothing appeared around. Not a wild animal, nor any strong wind. And that’s unsettling me.

We are still in the ship and we still can hear it. Kerian told us to tough up, that we are supposed to be the tough one and not little bitches, but it not that easy! How can we still hear the noises with this clarity inside the ship?

I’m worried.

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I can’t sleep.

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The noises are out there still. Zal had the same problem as me, we met in the lounge and played some cards. We wordlessly decided that the best thing was to distract ourselves until the noises stopped or we collapsed from exhaustion. And not gonna lie, we are pretty close there.

There are two machines in the whole ship, one in the cockpit, the other here in the lounge. Zal went to make a homebrew sleeping tea for us and I’m taking the free time to write about the day. Whatever that keeps me distracted from the noises, really.

Today’s location was a bit different. Instead of a bunker in a nondisclosed plain, we find ourselves now in some sort of factory complex in a marshland. There’s more light during the day than in the bunker, most walls and ceilings have collapsed ages ago, but there’s something wrong with the place.

Maybe marsh it’s the wrong word, but swamp isn’t correct either. The water is foul, a black sludge that make us move slowly, no matter how much we try to push our step. And if you move to quickly, you sink.

I can only bless the Remnants for these suits. I know I cursed them on my previous entry, but I have seen the error in my words. If I had to trek the sludge without this watertight suit, I’d rather just keep farming. And catachella farming isn’t profitable nor pretty.

I wonder what smell the sludge has. It’s probably as foul as its viscosity. I can feel the sludge flowing down my legs even though the suit is a solid finger wide. We need to either leave the suits outside or clean ourselves and depressurize before making it into the ship to avoid containments and whatnot, but one cannot help oneself to be curious about the foulest things of the world.

The factory seems to have sophisticated artifacts than the bunker. The most sophisticated recovery on that place was that golden wrist clock. I’m not familiar with the machinery, but Kerian finally went out for the first time and gathered some things herself. They are still outside on the cargo area, but it was obvious that she picked them up for herself rather than for the job.

I don’t care what she does with those apparatus, but I’m sure as Forgetting that I’m going to surrender those things to the Remnants once the mission is over. I’m not going to lose my payment nor job over a girl’s interest with machinery.

She has picked up a weird p.we.

Whoops. Mistyped. Zal’s here. Gonna write more tomorrow, I guess.