TheNecronomicon

It is behind me, behind me alone, the others are dead, and Eric died in a traffic accident, two month after our arrival back from South America. Linda plunged into Hudson River and drowned, not a week before. Katie, she was attacked by a dog and died with rabies; Willard was biking when his bike was torn down by a truck. Then Prof. Duncan, he died in a strange tropical fever, and Prof. Branko fell onto the subway rails and was overrun. I’m the last one of our expedition alive, and I fear it’s not for a long time. All started a half year ago, we, five students from the botanic faculty under supervision of the two most renowned Professors searching for unknown medical plants at the Amazon’s Rainforest. Most of the jungle there is still unexplored, and most of the plants there are not catalogued, more there are plants a normal US-citizen never had seen in his life. With the help of some native people as guides and assistants we floated up the Amazon and the Jurua in three flat boats.