//NWC MORG LOG: File-28-32-1//
//LOGIN: Dr. Anthony Stover//
Two weeks of the dead... That's what I'm seeing in my Freezers and tables. I take a sick leave for a cold and come back to TWO weeks of the mistreated dead. And to boot, my assistant, Oshea Rillings has resigned.
So many of the corpses have suffered severe maulings. As far as I can tell there are no living creatures native to this planet that cause marks like these... I suppose that's why they were sent to me.
Deeper study shows a contaminant in the tissue around the wounds. My guess is a type of narcotic to weaken the prey... Then it promptly rips out their throat from the ribcage to the jaw. This is evident in all the mauling victims.
Another part of the enigma is the bizarre patterns the bodies show in their decomposition. In fact, they shouldn't be decomposing at all, not with the amount of fluids I'm using on them! I'm applying nearly three times as much as I usually need.
On another note, I think one of the corpses said goodnight to me on the way out the door... I need to ease up on my work.
More business today... I wouldn't have made it through this fresh batch of dead flesh had it not been for my new assistant. He just popped in and offered to help. This is odd, given that he came out of one of the freezers I had just filled with a corpse I had recently finished examining. Seeing as I needed sleep and was very hungry I didn't turn down the help.
More dead but who cares... NoT mE tHat's FoR suRe...
Screw work... I gave into my new friends' pleas to ease up on the work and start relaxing. So I did. me and the gang had some long discussions about the current situation with the military ship that crashed and wiped out nearly an entire city.
Later the guys invited some more people to keep me company. These ones seemed very dull. Just floated around speaking like a broken radio. They didn't look healthy either...All skinny...Didn't look like they had any meat on their bones...aH mEAt...I cOuLd gO fOr sOme oF thAt abOut NoW...Maybe the guy with the caved-in skull would make a munchy run for us...Nah...he seems to busy looking for his eYe at the moment...
I'd go but I left my legs over on the examination table....
...wHy'd I do ThaT...I neEd mY LeGs...?
