It's Thursday now, I've been up all night contemplating. I built up the courage, now I'm dressed and in my car. I park back at Camp Beaverton walking into the debris. I saw bits and pieces of camera plastic and wires. Now I'm looking closer, the cameras look as if they were on the cabins and able to look in them. I felt the cold chill down my spine. I went to the burned office and found the NMOS. It holds all the memory of the computer, so it holds all of the footage. I also found an 8 track tape. I can use the 8 track, but it's a bit withered. Like the plastic is a bit melted on it. It could still work, maybe a bit odd and unusual to hear. Though if it can form full sentences, and the NMOS is surprisingly fully intact, then we have ourselves the right guy despite the entries. Again I had to interpret the sons of bitches because my sister's diary is burned, and the blue one looks like chicken scratch. So it's all interpreted now and since the first entry of Sebastian's journal entries, or better known as SDS. I went home and grabbed my 8 track player and slid the tape in. It surprisingly played well for the first 30 minutes. The first minutes were his diabolical plans to impregnate the women and use the men as his personal fuck toys which wasn't pleasant to hear.