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- About Me...
- It happened here on Mare Island...a former Naval base and shipyard just about 25 miles NE of San Francisco, CA. The government executed several covert nuclear experiments here from the 1950’s on, until finally most of the island was rendered unsafe for occupation and it discontinued operation, due to the plethora of toxins in the soil, water and beyond. There are underground bomb shelters all over the island…they’re left over from WWII. This is how I got myself into this mess.
(4:00-7:00PM PST/ 8-28-08)
Some friends of mine and I decided to explore one of the shelters. We saw them earlier while we were walking around the island, snapping photos and looking at the beautifully dilapidated buildings...it's really spooky, like a post-apocalyptic world...something out of a movie. Everything is still here in its rusted, corroded and oxidized glory. It's almost like the people were vaporized mid-task. I guess the area was evacuated rather quickly. Something happened here, you can feel it, but nobody really knows for sure what... The military has been very hush hush about it.
(9:35PM PST/ 8-28-08)
We came back later that night and brought a crowbar, a couple of flashlights, an infrared digital camera and my laptop. We really wanted to see what was going on down there. Accessing the shelter was remarkably easy and well...very tempting, as one of the entrance doors had been partially removed, almost as if someone had tried to break it down. We pried it open a bit more and began to make our way through the spider webs and down into the dark, musty, reverberating "tomb". Despite our expectations, we really were not prepared for just how dark it would be…it became pitch black as soon as we turned the first corner.
On our way down, we passed several rats and other small rodents...some alive...most dead and appearing to have been gnawed on by some wild animal...at closer inspection, many seemed to be missing their heads...we stayed on the look-out for raccoons, but little did we know what the true nature of the said "wild animal" was. You could smell the death in the air. We pulled our dust masks over our faces. It was creepy as hell…I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but that was the fun of it…we got a thrill out of it. We continued about a mile deep into the shelter…there are literally several miles of underground tunnels interlinking each shelter. Referring to our poor excuse for a map, I assessed that we must have been near the old Naval cemetery. It’s one of the oldest in the nation.
(10:53PM PST/ 8-28-08)
I had my flask and Kate had packed a small bottle of absinthe in her backpack. We were a bit lit and having a pretty good time scaring each other as we approached what we thought was a dead end. We should have turned around there...god, we should have just turned around!! Left it alone!! But, there appeared to be something painted on the wall. I eagerly…or rather foolishly brushed what must have been 50+ years of dust off to reveal what looked like a radiation symbol. There are symbols like this all over the island, it's all contaminated, so we didn't think much of it...we were more interested in the hinges...it was a door! I convinced Andrew and Sean to give me a hand, and we pried it open...it didn’t take much effort, as the door was quite flimsy. We were immediately consumed by one of the worst odors we had ever encountered. We put our hands over our mouths, as our masks were permeated with the nasty smell. It spilled out into the tunnels. We began running back toward the exit…and that’s when I saw it.
(11:22PM PST/ 8-28-08)
I initially thought that the absinthe was playing tricks with my mind, because no one else could have been down there with us, but as all four of us grew quiet, with all of our flashlights transfixed on the object…I knew that it wasn’t just me. It came to resemble a person…he appeared to be wounded, as he was limping and his movements looked very strained. It was so dark and our flashlights were not all that helpful...just a glimpse here or there...it made it difficult to make out much detail. I shouted, “Are you OK?!” and my voice reverberated throughout the tunnels. The object didn’t respond…I shouted again “Do you need help?!”…and Kate suggested that he may be homeless and we should just leave him alone. That’s when another form came into sight…this one was a bit closer…he appeared to be wounded, as well. Sean seized a photo-op, grabbed his camera and snapped a photo….he looked at the LCD screen, then grew pale and silent…we asked him to tell us what he saw…then he began to shout…”This can’t be real!!!”…”We need to get the hell out of here now!!”…“Now!!...oh my god!!...oh my god!!!...run…just fucking run!!!”. He was so freaked-out that we didn’t ask questions, but just turned around and ran back through the recently discovered doorway...we pulled the door closed…but it had been splintered by our crowbar earlier and there were large pieces missing. We scouted the room with our flashlights for something to secure it with…we found these canisters marked with the same radiation symbol that is so prominent on the island (one seemed to be leaking, possibly the source of the odor)…we worked together to position them against the door…they provided a poor, yet temporary fix, buying us a little time.
(11:47PM PST/ 8-28-08)
We pleaded with Sean to tell us what he saw…his hands shaking, he handed over the camera and showed us what we were running from…what had freaked him out so much. I know you’ll find this hard to believe, as I still have a hard time believing it myself (however, I guess if I had a mirror my reflection must be becoming increasingly similar). It was the eeriest, most terrifying vision I have ever seen…it was a nightmare!! The features of these “wounded” or “homeless” people suddenly became remarkably clear (thanks to the infrared camera)…they were dressed in tattered formal Naval uniforms…their eyes sunken into their skulls…they appeared to be in a trance…one was missing his arm…their flesh was rotting and falling from the bone!! I was looking at the undead!!!...the fucking undead!!! I don’t…I’ll correct myself…I didn’t believe in such things…this COULD NOT be real!!! THEY DON’T EXIST!!! It had to be a nightmare…. That’s when we heard the sound for the first time…that god awful sound…the deep, guttural moaning…the sound of pain and arousal combined, echoing through the shelter…they could smell us…our blood…our flesh…our brains!
(12:05AM PST/ 8-29-08)
We could hear them shuffling toward the makeshift door. As the first one approached, Andrew grabbed the crowbar and without warning, tried to fight it off, but it was so dark…we shined our flashlights on him just as the ghoul began to pull on Andrew's arm, bringing it toward him as it took a good sized bite out of his forearm. I wrapped my arms around Andrew’s torso and tried to pull him away from the opening with all of my might…when the second ghoul slipped its head through the door…his teeth cutting through the flesh of my calve. I fell to the ground screaming, and the bastards pulled Andrew through the door, clawing at him…his screams grew louder as they tore at his flesh. Kate and Sean used their flashlights and random splinters of wood in a last ditch effort to fight off the small army of undead that was forming around us…there must have been at least 6 of them! Our efforts were futile, as what remained of the door came crashing in…. We all scattered. I grabbed the crowbar from the floor and shined my flashlight toward where the door used to be and in my horror saw what must have been 20 or more of the ghouls coming toward me. I ran toward the back of the room, which revealed a small stairway leading to an even smaller crawlspace/enclosure…I winced in pain as I climbed the stairs, dragging my throbbing, bloody leg behind me. I pushed through the opening and closed it quickly, putting all of my weight against it. I could hear the moans and clamor from the creatures beneath me, looking for me, following the scent of my blood, ravenous for my flesh and I prepared myself for the worst...but then they became quiet...it was an eerie silence. At first, I was relieved...I had been spared!...but then the grim reality set in. They were no longer interested...I was becoming one of them!!!
(12:36AM PST/ 8-29-08)
I know that I must be close to the surface, as I can hear the emergency air raid sirens going off. I think I may even see a light…perhaps I’m beneath a weather drain. I wonder if Sean and Kate made it out?
(12:53AM PST/ 8-29-08)
Damn, I’m getting cold. My skin is growing pale and I can see where my blood is pooling up...I’m cramped all over…I know that I’m changing…I wish I could put myself out of my misery…but I don’t have the strength. Please forgive me for what I may do.
The battery on my laptop is running low and the signal is weak. If anyone gets this, please take warning about what’s happening here on Mare Island.
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