May 4th, 2098 7:04 A.M.
It's been 3 days now since the oceans have disappeared, and the government still has no idea what caused it. The agents and scientists have their ideas, but everyone knows whatever it is... it is irreversible.
The crew and I intercepted some radio broadcasts that tell of an English submarine lying at the bottom of the Atlantic. It's believed that the imploded hunk of metal has valuable information and it could even shed some light on what caused this whole thing. There are many rumors swirling around the station at the moment.
Mike and a few other new guys believe this is extra terrestrial. Maybe an attempt to cause a war between the continents so they can come in and clean up after. Michael thinks that aliens want to take over the planet once the United States has been weakened by war. To be fair, it wasn't but 7 years ago we had our first contact with the Kaisedorians; it's understandable that they might want to colonize the planet after the Royal Air force shot down their welcome ship.
The rest of us at the mobile station think it's a ruse by the United Kingdom to cripple America. Everyone is aware of the lack of timber and the ever growing demand for it. It makes perfect sense for England to sink a few billion pounds into a ploy that will indefinitely send America into the U.K.'s debts for the remainder of our time here on Earth. No matter what the case there is very little known about the newly formed Atlantian Forest.
Exploration teams appeared almost as quickly as the oceans disappeared. There is no limit to what people will do when the reward is government issued gold. Government run units of tanks and bi-rotor helicopters race into the dark, sunless forest day and night in search of discovery. Civilian run unites, such as ours, also enter in search of new life. The forest that grew overnight yields an uncanny resemblance to the California Gold Rush of 1848. Some teams are comprised of husband and wife on an ATV while other more experience outdoors men have surveillance equipment, rifles, and an RV. Any units that have documented or physical evidence that can be retrieved from the New World and brought back to D.C. have a government bond waiting for them.
Everything started out smoothly, Mike was leading the caravan of RVs through the sky scraping trees like he was born to. However, it wasn't the first time he's been in a leadership position. Back in 2087 he was a Captain in the United States Army. It was in the 3rd World War when Michael Houle was honorably discharged from the armed services. While leading his men through the sky scraping buildings of Moscow a building collapsed due to artillery fire. Inevitably he was pinned under some rebar and suffered some nasty breaks, hence his discharge. But 11 years later here we are, and he is leading our rag tag team of RVs through what seems to be No Man's Land.
Our RV was composed of Mike, the driver, Rick, Mike's army buddy, some community members who wanted a share of the reward money, and my wife Linda. Linda was a nurse in the ER of the local hospital, so it was apparent that we bring her along too.
Day one was uneventful; we drove for what felt like hours without stopping. The first hundred miles of forest were considerably more dense than the inner forest. It was like someone designed the layout, almost like a map. The trees, my God the trees... They were unlike anything I've ever seen. Each individual trunk was at least 20 feet thick, but the trees were all connected at the top. You could saw through the base of one of those monsters, but it wouldn't fall. They had a network of limbs and leaves that connected the tremendous beings into one great organism. The scientists were surprised at the abundance of plant life, and the complete absence of mammal life or any animal life for that matter. There was nothing. Vines were everywhere, new species of orchids were collected, even ferns that toppled over the antennae of our convoy were seen, but no animals...
The second day was even slower than the first. We passed abandoned team vehicles every hour. One of the desolated transports was an RV just like ours. Unlike ours, their RV was tipped on its right side sealing the door with the Earth below it. The windows were shattered and tires flat. The canopy of foliage above made it near dark at the floor level. It was almost at the stage of twilight even though it was noon; it was no wonder they crashed. The oddest part of their ruins is that despite being only a few hours old, vines have already taken residence across the entire bus. The dark green fingers of the plants made their way from the windshield to the passenger windows in just the time it took us to start our engine back up. There is something about this new world that isn't Earthly.
One by one the transports behind us either crashed, malfunctioned or chose to turn back. By the end of the second day we were the last member of the caravan abandoned in total darkness. We had no choice but to wait another 10 hours for the light conditions to better. Mike and I chose to spend this time catching up on some much needed sleep. On the other hand, I'm confident the scientists haven't slept since we started the expedition. They're in a world of ecstasy down here. There is so much raw discovery for them; this is what they live for.
Mike and I awoke the next morning to find the scientists and Linda sleeping for the first time in 50 hours. We were finally ready to move on and find that submarine we heard about on the radio. The problem was the bus... This time our bus was covered in dark green tendrils that spawned from the Earth. The vines got into everything mechanical: the wheels, the exhaust system, the brake lines... Everything...
Cpt. Houle made the executive decision that he and I leave the RV in search of the wreck. Linda and the lab rats will stay back and continue research while we're gone for the day. If Michael and I fail this we'll have nothing to show for our trip. We have to collect the data from the wreck, it may lead to the World's prosperity.
May 6th, 2098 11:56 A.M.
Recovery Unit 12-A of Virginia: Door to the vehicle was found open. No life or corpses found aboard the snared RV. If I didn't know any better I'd say this thing has been abandoned for months. No data recordings or video evidence found either just this journal of what seems like the leader of the crew. This will be taken back to headquarters for further examination.
Thanks for reading I wrote this really early in the morning so forgive any errors. Criticism is welcomed :)