Wide field camera: eighth and final frame

This image is anomalous.  By comparison with the seventh image it is clear that the light-coloured markings and small stone on the broad linear marking at the top-centre of this image are visible at the top right of the previous image.  Considering the geometry shows at once that *the camera has moved*: it has not merely panned, its location has changed.  Yet the camera was attached to the vehicle, which has a mass of more than 10,000kg.  It is very hard to see a situation where the vehicle could have moved like this.  The two possibilities are: something moved the vehicle, or the camera has been detached from the vehicle by someone or something.

As before there are many other linear markings and scuff marks, which cannot be natural.  The broad linear feature – one of the four or five visible in the previous frame also are clearly artifical

Finally note the faint markings crossing the broad linear marking in the lower and central part of the image.  These must almost certainly be the tracks of the excursion vehicle: the tread pattern matches and the dimensions are correct.  The excursion vehicle could not be deployed automatically: to do so was a two-person job.  So this would seem to indicate, again, that not only did at least two of the crew survive the landing, but they were able to deploy and use the excursion vehicle.  Or, and given what we know we must not rule out this possibility, that *someone or something else* deployed the excursion vehicle.

The course of events thus seems to be this: either at least two members of the crew survived and were in good condition, deployed the excursion vehicle, and removed the wide-field camera from its mounting; or someone or something else deployed the excursion vehicle and removed the wide-field camera from its mounting.  It is possible that some mixture of these scenarios happened: perhaps some or all of the crew survived and were assisted by someone or something else.  Probably we shall never know.

Overnight there was much noise outside.  The graffiti reappeared this morning and again I have painted over it.  I have disconnected the phone as the anonymous calls are now incessant.  During my brief explorations today I found ... something: a bloody mess of bone and gristle, covered in flies.  Clearly it was left as a message.  I do not know what it is, or was before it was so horribly mutilated.  Was it a human?  I do not think so.  Perhaps it was one of the current occupants of the site: they *appear* human, albeit strangely small, dark and slender, but I think that they are not.

I think the johnsonites are coming for me, for all of us who now inhabit the site.  They are coming to finally erase the memory of what was done here.  It will not be long now, I am sure.  I will fight them to the last, along with those occupants who I now call my friends.