These are diaries of a mechanic, Jeffrey Post, found approximately 8 yrs. ago. We don't know anything about Jeffrey outside of these writings, nor do we know his whereabouts, history, or whether he was even real. The validity of these documents is anything but certain. We have titled the series Bunker A33, after the supposed location of Jeffrey at the time of these writings. These entries may not be fit for children.
My name is Jeffrey Post. I'm a mechanic. Not much of a writer. Just started jotting crap down in this notebook when things got goofy here. I've been working for a company called *********** Trucking for about 6 weeks now. I'm at a place called bunker A33 in *********. I don't know what this place is for or anything. It's more like a massive storage unit. There's 6 huge buildings that are pretty wide open; no rooms really. Nothing like what I would call a "bunker". More like really secure, enormous sheds. Good luck getting in. No one seems to use them for much. They're kept up well and that's about it. There's a set of train tracks leading out and through the mountains nearby, 2 small roads leading in/out, and 10 chopper pads in back. Yep, 10. Don't know what that's about, since I've never seen a chopper here. We live in the barracks that are on site.
Everything has seemed routine up until now; basic repair of trucks and trailers, some maintenance of hospitality buildings that house drivers, and that's about it. I figured it was just a shut down military facility converted to a wayside stop for backroads truckers. Until last week.
I had to make a repair on a humvee coming through. Not the most uncommon thing, as every so often I've seen convoys come through and some of the guys who have been here longer have had to repair some of their vehicles before. What freaked me out was what I saw when I went to work under the hood. In the grille, I found a clump of hair! Not animal fur, human hair! I had gloves nearby, so I threw them on and took a closer look at it. It was not a big clump, but it still had SCALP attatched to it!! I tried to repair the vehicle, but I ended up puking everywhere and letting someone else finish the repair. I know it's disgusting, but I stashed the hair in a baggy and stuck it in my footlocker. I can't look at it.
I'm too nervous to talk to anyone just yet. I'm sure it's nothing and I'm overreacting. Hey, maybe it IS animal fur and I'm just an idiot. Still, I haven't slept well since and I'm having trouble eating, as my stomach is constantly churning. More later.
Here's a quick sketch of the camp. My half at least. The chopper pads and other three "units" are on the other side of a valley about 1.5 miles away. I can see it from our barracks, as it's directly east of us. Also, the building scale and shape is probably way off.
