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Information: A page from the journal of Louise Peterson, founder of the Walker Creek Rebellion in 1955. These pages, dated 4/?? [presumably 4/21] and 4/22 respectively, chronicle Louise's experience within the Home after infiltrating it.

Transcript: "4/??/55. I have been trapped in this labyrinth for days. I can not say quite how long it has been. I write by the glow of my lighter or by the rare torches found here. I listen for their footsteps before making any moves. I wonder if I will ever find my way back to the mine's exit, or if I will die here. I do miss Barbara. I don't miss the research and fear and the feeling of powerlessness on the surface. No. Being alone with my thoughts down here is making it worse. The walls drip with a strange liquid, not blood. The voices of the monsters behind this echo down the halls. I feel that the walls move. I have seen jails and torture contraptions and squirming pits of worms. The people need to know. I cannot die down here.

4/22/55. I have made it out. I sit in Rob's Diner as I write this. It may not be the most secure spot but it is public. I am safe. The rotting smell of their 'Home' haunts me, but I am free. The escape very nearly failed. That is why my hand shakes as I write this. It was similar to the way I got in: A hood and the patience to sneak. I was able to find my way to the passage I lost my hood in during a chase on day two. The walls shifted back after my first entry. With my hood, I could risk walking by those dwelling near the entrance of the mine. Some looked at me, but I waited until few 'Hosts' were in the mine. Then, I ran home and bathed. It was my best bath in years. I do wonder if there are more exits, or if all of it is the mine. I will continue to investigate. I may talk to William, he knows history and television and... I am lonely. I miss him."