When I look down at him, it already seems like he's dead. His skin is so ashen and clammy, and his eyes haven't opened since Holly and I came down here. Valerie and Dawson say he was out the whole time they were here, too. I decide though that if I were Martin, that I wouldn't want people forgetting about me and continue. According to Martin, they're tall, maybe eight or nine feet, with skin like green leather and bulbous lumps on their backs. They spew acid and can melt cars, metal, even people. I pause and decide that's all I've got for that entry and move on to the next. Lopers. I write the word down and then pause, glancing over at Holly. She's still awake, too anxious to sleep. “Everything okay?” I ask as her head slowly turns towards me. Her eyes are bloodshot and her lips are dry and cracked. She's having a hard time being trapped in this windowless bathroom while I, on the other hand, love it. It feels like nothing bad could happen in here, not really.
