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FILE 002: VIKING WOOD
I've found a new safe location. I say safe, but for how long, I don't know. Still, at least I can enjoy a coffee. I considered whether it's safer to be holed up somewhere or safer to be in public view. Both have their inevitable problems. For now, I'm public. Although the gentleman sat across by the door to the café looks a little shady.
Scratch that, he's just realised he doesn't have enough money for that massive slice of chocolate cake he bought. And he doesn't have his debit card. Whoops.
Anyway...
I'm wasting my precious time here. The point is that I'm never safe. I'll get onto exactly why my life is under threat as we go along, but firstly I need you to know about the bunker that I found in the woods.
Maybe I'll eventually tell you more about Eleanor...
I mentioned Viking Wood in the first report. And as I mentioned before, KingVeritas disappeared before I could get any more details from him. But what he did mention was that buried somewhere in Viking Wood was a a source of information that he himself had uncovered. So naturally I decided to head out there.
Now, don't get too excited. What I found isn't going to blow the lid on any of this, but I did manage to pick up a few pieces of information. I'd driven up there, parked and car and followed the trail into the woods. Although the wood itself is hard to get to, it's also used by hikers and families in the summer. I wasn't expecting to find anything along the main trail, but KingVeritas had suggested following a less trodden path that branched off from the main route in.
The branch-off was located around 45 minutes into my walk and was signposted by a red sign with white letters proclaiming that it was "Private Property". Underneath the words was the white symbol of a skull and cross bones. Great pains had been taken to make sure that the ever-encroaching threat of the trees didn't cover the sign.
They clearly didn't want people walking this way.
KingVeritas had said that I would know what I was looking for when I found it. So I kept walking. For a further two hours. It was a long bloody walk.
The trail here was narrow. It passed under fallen trees, through thick, dense bushes and didn't seem to have any ending to it. That was until I arrived at what I suspected KingVeritas had meant by knowing what I was looking for.
Amongst a clearing in the woods, surrounded by huge, tall trees, was a partially collapsed hill. The sun was already setting at this point so visibility was low, but this wasn't any ordinary hill. This was manufactured, or at least dug into. As I made my way closer to the structure I realised that something had been built into the hill. And although the structure had collapsed there was no mistaking it. This was the twisted, metallic remains of a collapsed bunker.
Shit. Okay. There's an unmarked, black car that's just pulled up outside the café. Maybe I'm being paranoid but I don't want to risk it. You'll have to wait for my next update. Wish me luck!
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