Participants: Clovis King, Clifton Jacobs, Karl von Dexler
Where: New York
Heading down the ladder in the Greenberg crypt, we entered some sort of labyrinth; rooms and tunnels made of clay and brick stones. Someone lived down there, and as we entered one of the rooms, a smashing mixture of alcohol and formalin sharpened our senses. We saw two ghouls, dead drunk, singing and dancing. A half-eaten corps, probably Mrs. Sofia Greenberg, had been their meal. I handcuffed one of them, and Clifton Jacobs beat the other one to death with his hands. My goal was to bring my Ghoul to HQ, to prove German efficiency once more. Agent Jacobs tried to intimidate the prisoner by cutting of his ear, without much luck. I had to remind him of our mission. With the creature well tied up, we excavated the underground area.
We discovered a lot of strange stuff. There are multiple zombies down there, and 4 of them rotated some sort of ventilation system. The ventilation system also had another task; to praise Nj’gotha. This intervention was promptly demolished by agent King’s sharp knife. However, agent King was also promptly demolished as he entered a room inhabited by a wraith. His last word was “one”… (?). I don’t really know what happened with him. Agent Jacobs and I ran as fast as we could. But I have an idea.
We excavated the area a bit more, and discovered a hole in the ground, filled with human parts. As we passed it, we found a passage to the sewer guarded by additionally 6 zombies. They didn’t move when we passed them, but there is a possibility they will react if we entered the area instead of leaving.
Passing a passage in the sewer, agent Jacobs heard some noises. I guarded our prisoner, and agent Jacobs went to investigate. He came back with news of violated and pregnant men and women, -now dead, and brought back agent St. Martin alive. She was pregnant. We decided to leave this hell-hole.
The only way out of the sewer was through an open area filled with water and some sort of creature made of human parts. It moved slowly toward us as we tried to cross the water, and in the end I had to use my MP18 and a hand grenade to get rid of the beast. Unfortunately the ceiling collapsed, and my foot got stuck. Agent Jacobs helped me get loose, and did a decent job fixing my broken leg. We found an exit point and left the sewer at a manhole at the corner of Sheriff and Hudson Street. Agent Jacobs found a car while I guarded the Ghoul and agent St. Martin. But against my direct order, agent Jacobs didn’t drive directly at HQ; in a dark alley he left agent St. Martin in the hands of a prostitute.
At HQ I left the Ghoul in a prison downstairs, before visiting the doctor for valium and a bodily inspection. Please address agent Jacobs for a map over the area and further information.
My doctor suggests at least 3 months of rest before I am sent back into field operations. He also suggest some weeks in a quiet sanatorium, where professionals can ”ease the demons in my head”, as he formulated it. I acknowledge his opinions.