There isn't much time left, what's already been done can't be reversed.

We screwed on.

Let me give you all a little backstory.

I'm not able to disclose my name in fear of outing myself to higher authorities looking

to cover up what happened in Antarctica.

Just know that I was part of a research team tasked with investigating a series of seismic

disturbances which was affecting the local wildlife within the Wilkes line region of

Antarctica.

I was a minor, send a decipher what exactly was causing these disturbances along with

my excavatory team and seismologist.

I'm not able to disclose their names as well, but for clarity's sake, we all call them

Beck, Liam and David.

Beck had been a colleague of mine for years, and we're going to become best friends.

Liam and David were two seismologists from Stanford University who were called in for

the expedition.

The details for why we were chosen aren't really important.

It was supposed to be a normal scientific expedition with zero excitement.

Just the job I had to do that would get me a considerable amount of money afterwards.

My first hint that something was off was that when my team and I were loaded under the

transport to head to Wilkesland, we noticed that two military usprays were docked with

our transport.

Did they tell you we've got two blotoons of soldiers coming with us to dig through

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