Bottom of the Ocean

Dear Diary,

Something really strange is going on. I haven’t had radio contact for 5 hours. They usually check in every hour at least. I’ve re-started my communication systems and they seem to be working fine. Nothing else is wrong either. I must have called up a hundred times by now. Still, no one answers.

I’m trying not to panic but if there was ever a situation for panicking, this is it. I’m stuck in a tiny submersible thousands of feet under the ocean. When this situation arose I volunteered, knowing my experience would make me the perfect candidate. I had no idea this would happen.

They said it would be easy and that they’d be with me every step of the way. That was three days ago. I’m supposed to be back at the surface tomorrow but no one is answering my calls. Everything was working fine until suddenly it wasn’t.

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Holy shit diary. I finally got an answer back on the radio. Jack told me that all the waves had been knocked out, across the whole world. Luckily he had been able to wrangle something together to get through to me. I can hardly believe it but according to him, there’s some sort of rabies-like plague happening. The crew heard about it on the news before the radio silence.

He sounds so far away and I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going on but I have to get out of this damn pod and get back on that boat. The radio doesn’t seem to be working again and there’s no sign of them bringing me back up. I might actually die down here.

I can’t wait for that to happen, I have to do something. I need to activate the emergency procedure. To my family, if you read this, then I love you.

Jamie