Sammy Marie

Audio Journals

Unknown Speaker	Monica Phillipson	Pvt. Ellis Green	Sammy Marie	Ben Winston	Brandon O'Reily

Sammy Marie Journal 1 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: We're on patrols in the underground now. Just scouting around, finding anybody hiding, seeing if we can find out anything useful. I guess there's opportunity everywhere, even in a sewer, if you just know how to look for it. At least, that's what I tell myself to get over the godforsaken smell of it. But at least we can move around with so much interference from the fucking Division. We've all just about had it with those clowns. But I'd rather be in penthouses than down here in the shit.
Sammy Marie Journal 2 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: I really can't stand sleeping down here, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I mean, in my mind there's plenty of luxury apartments left to play in, but we were down here when some hail hit, so we just stayed put and waited for it to blow over. Which took some time, so we just bunked down. Thing is, I heard something when I woke up, I swear to god. Something big. And nasty. And maybe... hungry. But maybe it was just a dream. I hope to hell it was.
Sammy Marie Journal 3 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: Been thinking about these tunnels down here. People talk a lot of shit about 'em, but one thing's for sure: rats down here are the size of housecats. Swear to God, makes you think twice before you close your eyes to sleep at night. Because if they're down here, man, they can get topside. God, I hate to think about what those things eat to maintain that size. Christ. If I ever have kids, I'm gonna do 'em a favor, and tell them those monsters under bed? Good chance they're real. Sleep tight, kids.
Sammy Marie Journal 4 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: I had a buddy in Rikers. Used to work on oil rigs in Canada. Anyway, he used to work a night shift, in some godforsaken place way up north. He used to tell this story, late at night, trying to freak people out. Says he stalled out in a blizzard. Was just sitting in the truck, without power, waiting for things to blow over, and something rushed the truck and tried to get in. Something big. And hairy. Something that screamed like a banshee. He got that truck back up and running and drove like hell out of there, even though he couldn't see five feet in front of him. Guy swore he had dents all over the truck, shape of fists. I dunno, man. That got me thinking. Maybe there's more out there than we ever imagined. Science doesn't know everything, right?
Sammy Marie Journal 5 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: Being a New Yorker, of course I heard rumors about things being a little bit fishy down here. I mean, it's a big city. Anything can happen here, they say. It's New York. City of dreams... and nightmares. And that's true underneath it, too. You got your giant rats. Okay, I can vouch for the fact that's true. You got your mole people.... I dunno about that one. And then you got the gators. They say that people flush the little ones when they get sick of having 'em as pets. And they get down here and they don't die - they just grow. I used to think that was bunk. Pure bunk. But that dream I had...
Sammy Marie Journal 6 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: That dream I had the other night? Turns out, it wasn't a dream. Okay, I ge... err... I get that this will sound crazy. I know its going to sound crazy, but that doesn't mean it actually is crazy. I swear to God, I swear on a bible. I swear on Larae Barrett's hunting knife, anything you want. I swear I saw an alligator down here. A big one. I mean, I have heard those rumors for years - years. Always thought it was bullshit. I'm a skeptic. I'm a realist. But man, I know what I saw. Okay, heard. But there's no faking that. Breathing. Like a dragon. Really heavy and... wet. And the footsteps and the drag of that tail, like a huge bag of wet cement getting dragged down the tunnel. Holly shit.
Sammy Marie Journal 7 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: I made the mistake of telling the other guys what I heard. Big mistake. They think it's a goddamn laugh riot. Well, they were asleep. Of course they didn't hear anything. And I'm not so little wimp who's gonna shriek like a baby when I see - okay, okay, HEAR - something scary. But that is no reason to think I'm making it up - or call me crazy. No reason at all. Fucking assholes. I thought I was doing them a favor. I was warning them, to be careful. And all they do? Is laugh at me... It's just like being back at Rikers. I though things would be different for me once we were out... but now I'm not sure.
Sammy Marie Journal 8 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: Lately, I can't sleep. Why won't they believe me. They must have heard it, too. They're just covering it up, so they can look like tough guys for each other. Nobody wants to look like a sucker. That's how it goes in prison. It's one big cockfight, guys trying to outdo each with how fucking tough they are. I hear them laughing about me over there. I mean, I can't make out the words, but I can hear them laughing. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. And I wanted to help them. Jesus, what an idiot.
Sammy Marie Journal 9 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: I heard it again. It came up to us when most of the guys were sleeping. Me, I haven't slept in a few days. Can't take the risk. Not with that thing around. And sure enough, the guard fell asleep, although this morning he swore that was bullshit. But if he wasn't asleep, how come he didn't notice a big fucking alligator walking up and taking a good sniff. And holy shit, that thing must have been twenty feet long. Mouth like a coffin. Teeth like cleavers. Breath like rotting garbage, like a goddamned mortuary. I told them in the morning, but you know what they did, they just laughed. Like it was nothing. Up to your old tricks, Sammy. That's what they said. Well, they don't know the half of it.
Sammy Marie Journal 10 Underground	SAMMY MARIE: So, looks like the gator came back. I was having a long-deserved rest. And I must have been sound asleep, because I didn't hear a thing. And from the looks of things, it must have been a big one. Really big one. Big fucking jaw on that thing, no problem to close that mouth over sleeping bodies down in a maintenance tunnel, no sir. Wow. So much blood. Just chewed 'em up and spat 'em right out again. Most of the guys didn't make it. There's just me, really. Just me. Well, they can't laugh now, can they? And they can't call me crazy anymore. They're sorry now, those assholes. Except, I can still hear it. The laughing. I don't know who's watching from the shadows, but they won't laugh for long. Oh, no. Look who's crazy now, am I right? Yeah, who's the crazy one now?