Bernhard journal

Bernhard Goodwill

4/20/1872

My good mate Caleb has invited me to take part in his expedition to the Amazon. If Archaeology 101 and Intro to Anthropology taught me anything it's that actual field work tells you far more than any 101 course ever could.

I hear we're staying in one of the nicer parts of the Amazon. Caleb hasn't entirely told me what that means, but it can't be too bad. They don't send Oxford kids to starve in the jungle after all. I'm sure we'll all have a good time. Gotta wonder how the food will be though.

Bernhard Goodwill

5/25/1872

Bloody hell! Edmund is fucking dead! Collin too. I think. I don't know. I just don't know any more.

Bernhard Goodwill

5/25/1872

Part Two

I still don't entirely know what happened. Edmund tried to leave. I think he wanted to be with that girl he was sleeping with back in Almeirim. But Collin took offense ... and ... he killed Edmund. I don't know how we're supposed to suvive out here. Edmund was the only one that had been in the wilderness before. He knew what to eat and how to get clean water, and now he's fucking dead. Caleb shot Collin, but I don't know if Collin died too. All I know is that we're in these bloody caves with bloody no food and bloody Theodore is practically comatose.

I don't think we can find the way out that we came in. Caleb is so fucking intent on finding whatevers down here. What good will it do him if we all starve? Our canteens are almost out of water and none of us have any food. As far as I can tell we're the only things down here.

Bernhard Goodwill

Two days later....

I told myself I wasn't going to write this down, because the others would kill me if they found out, but I just don't care any more. The situation is so dire. I just have to get my thoughts on paper in order to sort them out.

They told us it never comes to this. Situations like ours only exist in philosophy classes and are no concern for archaeologists, anthropologists, and the like. Bull fucking shit. If we want to get out of here we're going to need food. And unless any of us have recently developed a taste for stalactite, the only thing to eat down here is us. I believe, 100%, that at this point the only alternative we have to death is cannibalism. I haven't asked Caleb about it, and Theo hasn't been awake since I thought of it. I don't think I should ask both of them anyhow. They might turn against me. "Cannibalism, that's barbaric! You should die for even suggesting such a thing." I know they've both thought of it. They must have! We've been here for at least two days without sun, food, or water. They'd just love an excuse to kill and eat me. And when they get found they'll just say I tried to eat them so they acted in self defense. The cunning bastards! I should have thought of that first. This is why I mustn't suggest cannibalism, at least not to the both of them.

Bernhard Goodwill

Undetermined time later...

Theo still hasn't woken up. He's getting awful scrawny too. I can't even tell if he's still breathing, but Caleb insists that he's fine. Even if we got rescued today I doubt Theo would recover. I think I'm going to have to ask Caleb about the C-word. I mean, Theo will die on his own in a day or two. We might as well do him a favor. He'd have wanted it that way. So hungry...