March 15th, 1921.
My plan worked. The newspaper article managed to get the attention of the Ripper. But while I had hoped he might try to contact me, or even break into my professorial estate, he decided to approach me in New York instead. Evidently, or so I have decided to conclude, anyhow.
The last thing I remember before fading into darkness, is stepping out of the taxi outside Hotel Astor. Then a man towering over me, inside a house still under construction. Or maybe it was condemned, I am not sure. I was chained, with a skeleton beside me. Days came, and passed, I lost track of time.
The man. Middle aged fellow, he dressed fashionably, definitely upper class. Reminded me of uncle Carl Gustav, the same sadistic aura about him. He did something to me, I always felt weaker when he left, it was as if he was stealing my years.
Darkness came again. When I came to, I was trapped inside something, unable to move. A thought appeared to me – I was buried alive. I think I panicked at that point, hit my head, perhaps? Passed out.
Then there were voices, muffled sounds afar. They kept coming closer, who were they? What were they? Creatures from the underground feeding from the dead? All sorts of thoughts troubled me. I decided to be logical about the whole thing – I thought, therefore I was – alive.
Then all sorts of noises erupted. something violent was definitely happening right next to me. Still unable to move much, I shouted and kicked inside my steel cage. My fellow agents, it was them, here, to rescue me? They opened the box I was in and released me onto the cold floor of a mortuary.
I was cold, naked and shaking. Ramon gave me a tweed jacket. It barely had any effect. Then I looked around. Two other kidnapped victims of the Ripper were also there. But my companions had not released them, instead they had murdered them in cold blood. I am still not sure why.
I asked Ingram about it.
«Why did you save me, but kill the other two?» I said.
«They were zombies,» he said.
«In what way?»
«They were naked.» Like me. «And stored inside the mortuary.» Like me. «They tried to escape when we opened their steel boxes.» Like me. «They were freezing cold.» Like me. «And they had terrible scars.» Just like me.
«So I too, am a zombie, then?»
«No,» said Ingram. «You´re Gunnar. We KNOW you, we like you. You´re no zombie. You were just trapped, scared and cold.»
Ingram accompanied me to the car while the others ventured further into the mortuary and killed yet another victim. The last one didn´t even have any scars. He just happened to be trapped in a cold room. Afterwards, they said he was some sort of super zombie.
When they returned, Simone had a horrible wound on her arm. Mary and Ramon tried to bandage it, but I suspect they only made it worse. The thing that puzzled me, was that everyone seemed quite sane (with the possible excetion of Ramon). And despite her injures, Simone seemed saner than ever.
I am not sure what troubles me most, the fact that we were spotted leaving the premises, that two characters are staking out our hotel, or that my fellow agents are talking about going back to kill off the entire Bishop family, having concluded that all of them are zombies….