I awoke in a dark room today. A headless body sits a few feet from me reeking of excrement. I hear men shouting, burst of what I believe to be gunfire and animals gnawing on somthing moist… I fear the worst. Although it’s hard to breathe through this ski mask; I dare not take it off. I run my hand across the crude stitching that attactches my false face to my neck. Judging by the body next to me, I can only assume he succeeded in removing his… I wonder if he had time to scratch this unfathomable itch.