I have just been recently hired to the foundation and I love it here. I am still learning the strings from my fellow coworkers. It is impossible to know everything here and I'm learning a new thing each day but, the thing I love most about my constant wonderment is the pale creature! It's a thing that crosses my mind every so often. I don't know anything about it other than that, I long to see its face.
I can't wait any longer to climb the ranks just to get the proper permissions! I have to break the rules. Today I walked into the fluorescent, flickering light lit breakroom and sat down to comprehend that I might never be able to see it. But just then a college of mine walked in, took his coat and lanyard, then put them on the back of his chair. His clothes were all disheveled and he looked like a wreck.
As soon as he sat down, I could smell the scent of cheap booze waft over me. He slurred at me, "What's up newbie?" I grumbled; this guy, again. He'd been harassing me the entire time I've been here. "You know you're going to drink yourself into a coma." he responded," I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Well if you would excuse me, I gotta go take a leak." I made a squeamish face as he chuckled to himself. He opened the door to the restroom and walked inside. I would have returned to my contemplation but, my eyes fell upon something where he previously sat. A laminated 03 keycard. I thought, " this could be the way- but It also could result in termination…. If they didn't suspect me, this dimwit would take the fall for losing it. And they would entirely believe it."
I decided to collect the key card and the lanyard. I looked around the room, for a surveillance camera. There was one positioned just above the refrigerator. I made sure to move into the blindspot as I took the keycard. Then I made my way out of the breakroom.
I used the keycard. I spent hours upon hours across the course of days, looking through the archives, just to catch even a glimpse of it. I panicked every time my hand hit the back of the drawer. Where were they keeping this? In between searches, I tried to avoid any other personnel in the building out of fear of getting caught or even suspected. If I had not written anymore and someone finds this journal, It's safe to assume that I had found a picture.