Polybius - The Dreamwalker

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March 11th? 12th?

I know how this is going to go. Writing what I can in here before the rest of me bleeds out and succumbs to this... thing's influence.

Our trip down here involved an experiment to create some sort of xenicide concoction to remove the xenian growths plaguing the underground. We amped this up by 100 when Sven had produced some detonation charges. I volunteered to plant them and that was when the twisted influence dragged me here, through inside that wall. Our thirst for discovery became our own undoing. Tentacles summoned from the fleshy tomb, lashing out and striking those into submission.

On the other side the biomass, alone, this thing had singled me out for daring to riddle it with charges. It took Lucas away, I saw him getting dragged along with the others very briefly, small glimpses in what must be an imaginably long time now. Despite our misgivings I wish I could have rescued him and the others, but the flesh had separated me far beyond their grasp.

Aside from the growths itself, the culprit behind our entrapment is some sentient entity they call the 'Dreamwalker' or that is what it wants us to believe. It has been toying with the rest of us mentally for who knows how long now. Somehow it possesses a form of psychic control we are no where close to comprehending. Siphoning off the energy off those who are still captive. It hates me for daring to come this close to destroying it. For hours it tormented me, possibly days, I am not sure. I can feel my strength failing before me, the thing feasting on my soon to be husk of a body. It is far more intelligent and powerful, I doubt its affiliation to the Combine but I do not want to see its plans it has for our species either.

With all that time passing I had no idea what was going on while I was separated but imagination tells me I was about to find out. Indeed, all of my ammunition and sharpness of my axe had been expended yet the damage was done when it pulled me through. I know I will not be spared from the fate like so many others, stuck in a pile of dissolving bodies. Their chests were all burst open, bones warped and twisted, with stems of extra terrestrial plant life growing out. I even laugh now as the lost roll of the cord wire disappeared back into the wall it came from... thinking I had a chance to pull myself back out to freedom. Turns out they were right, not every story has a happy ending.

Here I am writing the tale to how it all ends, wishing I could say that I stopped the Shah and his organ harvesting ring while putting the evil under this place to my blade. That I return as some great conqueror of antiquity with an army at my beck and call, travelling Gedrosia and back again. Men, women and even children cheering as we march through to humanity's revival as a species. How stupid it all sounds. But I know in my dreams, despite the numerous nightmares the Dreamwalker sent, that I am victorious. In my dreams the Combine is a thing of the past, the Shah is rotting away in a jail cell, and this alien is cut into bits. In my dreams I was meant to be the hero of this story.

Can hardly see from my eyes now with all this fluid and flesh.

I think I have done enough writing.

- Polybius