Me and the girls stopped doing the cannibal thing when we went out. We kill intruders in the village, we lose control when innocent people walk through, but I'm scared. I requested to have some therapy, but the nurses wouldn't let me.

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I thought that I should mention the mystery water. There's rumors on what it does, people that have stolen it refuse to drink it, maybe out of fear for themselves or fear of the nurses. So, I went up to one person who has the water, and requested to drink it.

The person was obviously shocked, but gave it to me, and told me to document what happens. So here I am. I have the bottle next to me, and I've warned the girls to lock me up, in fear of what could happen. The rumors of what this thing does is mixed, some believe it rots your insides, some believe it makes you a savage cannibal forever, others believe it gives you the power to kill the nurses. I'm going to drink it now.

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I've taken a sip. It tastes like blood and rotten meat, with a twisted version of holy water dabbled inside. Nothing much has changed, but I'm twitching a lot. My mind is a little cloudy. I can tell if I drink more, the effects will truly come to light, and telling from my side affects from a sip, I'll probably destroy a lot of things.The taste of it lingers in my mind, and so I'll pass this onto one of the girls. Maybe Momma.

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Uh, hi? I'm Annie, but as I can read here, I'm referred to as Momma. Timber was worried that if she drank the whole thing, that she'd tear the book up. I want to respect her privacy, but I might flip through some pages. (Sorry Timber!) and I'll take note on what she's going through, but I wish it was a first person perspective. 

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She's moaning a lot. Looking through the window, she's drinking more, and is clawing at the table. Her eyes are turning black, and she looks almost starved.

She laughed a lot, and that laughter turned into screams. Those screams scared us all, and when they were accompanied by the sound of things breaking, it turned into a nightmarish hell. I looked through to see her breaking everything. The bottle was shattered, there was a cross inside it. Timber didn't destroy it. I watched her pick it up and place it on the wall, upside down. For scientific purposes, we grabbed a pride melon and a rat, to see what she'd do with them. I threw the two things in there, and she stopped and stared, the rat was obviously scared, and ran all over the place as Timber chased it, and eventually caught it. She instantly ate it violently, ripping it's head off, and blood was everywhere.

I should throw a human in there.

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Timber's trying to break out. I think she smells us, she's been smelling the place recently. She's tearing up the floor, scratching up the walls, and screaming. She started banging on the glass, I hope it doesn't shatter.

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IT SHATTERED SHIT

We instantly dove to another house as she chased us, on all fours. Her face was sharp, it looked like she was a demon. I then saw an innocent, she was trying to get to the sanitorium, but I guess Timber had other plans, because Timber absolutely massacred her. I didn't think that I'd ever see so much blood in my life. With her blood, Timber began to draw upside down crosses on the wall. I told Maya, QB, Fiah, and Bi to go to sleep, and that I'd be downstairs to warn them if anything went south.

Good night, it'll be hard to sleep with the screams of my friend.

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It's morning. I don't hear screams. I looked outside, and found Timber passed out next to the edge of a clift, dead bodies were everywhere, upside down crosses written in blood painting the houses, and Timber was full of cuts and scratches, Claw marks were next to her, and her nails full of blood and dirt. She looked like she was trying to kill herself. But she's peaceful now. I picked her up and took her inside.

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As Timber is asleep, I decided to peek through her diary and... she said my boobs were small?! How dare she! I can't believe she'd say such a thing, they're not small, I swear! QB and Maya's boobs aren't big, mine are just as big! I promise!!! I'm so embarrassed about that! But, I can snitch on Timber! Her boobs are average! C cups! HAHA!

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I'm worried. Timber is alive, and QB is out getting pride melons for breakfast. I want to live in the village, but the nurses will find us. I've come up with a plan to leave, it's risky. Timber hasn't woken up yet. Maya is trying to clean her, Fiah's currently trying to clean up the bodies, we plan to bury them somewhere and leave little graves for them. Bi's trying to clean off the blood on the wall, but it's not coming off. I'll stop writing in this now, I might request to get my own little diary, but I doubt that I'll get one. 

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Hey, Timber here. I'm in a lot of pain. I remember what happened vaguely, I was so violent, I wanted to destroy everything on this island. I wanted to destroy everyone on the island. My mind was so foggy I felt awful. I tried to come back to my senses, but I hurt myself, I hurt myself so others didn't get hurt. I wanted to die. I'm currently resting on the couch, well, at least I got my answer.

I want to take a bath. I feel like I'm dying. I'm glad the nurses don't give us that water. 

Most of my wounds are patched up, but I can't go back to the sanitarium. I want to stay here, in the village. But I need holy water, I need rest. 

I don't want to go back.

I feel so guilty. I feel so guilty because I enjoyed doing it. My brain was so loud, I couldn't think, I couldn't feel. I loved their screams. The satisfaction of their meat in my mouth was only making me yurn for more. It started with a mouse, but my body knew what human tasted like. I wanted that flavor again. 

So I broke out and tried to eat others, I tried to eat my friends, I ate newcomers I tried to eat myself! I tried to kill myself because I entered a stage of mind where I realized this wasn't me, but I couldn't stop. So I tried to die, I tried to take my life so I didn't take another.

We've all been going through meat withdrawals. It's so hard to stop myself. I see it in them too, we watch others go by and I know they avoid the touch, that's why we go back for holy water. It clears our mind of those thoughts, we forget the taste of human flesh for a night. But it doesn't last. After that, our tastes slowly return. This illness that goes around our island has been taking those who could've been cured. 

What have we all become..?