I... I don't remember when all this started. Sometimes it feels like I've been in here for years, sometimes like I just woke up in this place for the first time.
I still haven't found a way out. Yesterday, I thought I had. It was... it was a trap.
Johnson, who has kept me sane for the past few weeks, was caught. He had a similar story to me. Neither of us remembers why we're here, but we both woke up here, alone and without clothes.
If you think I'm lying—why am I so calm, Johnson is (probably) dead—I've met so many people with similar stories and lost them again that it doesn't affect me emotionally anymore.
Yes! I've most likely been here for several years.
What do I know about this place? Simple: We're in an enclosed space, the space is large enough that I can't see the walls from my current position. The ceiling is about 300 feet high. About once a month, a new person appears. Based on the clues I've found and those shared with me, I can deduce that this room is just the beginning, a sort of starter zone. But apparently, I'm not good enough at interpreting clues, or Johnson (like so many before him) would still be alive.
Johnson had a blank book with him, which I found among his abandoned belongings just a few minutes ago.
Besides writing this book and going through Johnson's belongings, I'm polishing my knife. It has a 6-inch blade and a saw on the normally blunt side. What do you call this knife? It was from some movie series. But it doesn't matter, as long as it's by my side and helpful.
Sometimes I see these birds flying around, watching. They're obviously not real birds; their heads are cameras. Whoever is in charge of this prison didn't even try to hide it. But the good thing about these birds? Whoever made them wants us to capture them. Beneath the breast, hidden inside the body, is dried meat. At first, I tried using the bird parts and finding clues, but for every bird I didn't release, I saw fewer around me.
I'm unsure if we're simply being monitored—this is all an experiment—or if we're part of a TV show.
After this entry, I'll probably find a sheltered place to stay overnight. The sun is starting to set, and I don't want to be out in the open when these lunatics wake up.
There's this group. Well, there are many groups, but most consist of no more than five people. The group I'm so afraid of? Over 40 members the last time I saw them months ago. Their size means the dried meat, the fish in the rivers, and the fruit from the trees aren't enough. They... It disgusts me to think about it, but they engage in cannibalism. If you kill a member, you'll take their place; if they kill you, you'll become their next meal.
Well… I should hurry up. Good night, everyone. I hope if you're reading this, it's because I escaped, not because I died and you're trapped in this box too.