The Storm’s Wrath
I’m going to hide this tape when I’m finished. If none of us make it, at least there’ll be some kind of a record. The storm’s been hitting us pretty hard now for 48 hours. We still have nothing to go on. One other thing, I think it rips through your clothes when it takes you over. Windows found some shredded long johns, but the name tag was missing – they could be anybody’s. We’re all very tired. There’s nothing else I can do but wait. Hey, you can’t come.
