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Sunday, 19.10.2007

My surviving diary,

It has been over month since I recorded anything from my studies. I've tried to save the electricity for my research on finding the cure. The police force of the city has been completely wiped out. They've sent army troops, with failure. The emergency power supply of this city and the facility ran out today as I was so close to my breakthrough in my research, ironically. I'm also afraid that the government denies this whole incident and consider that nobody's left alive in this city. The streets are swarming with diseased necrotic bodies, and they continue to function even though they've been left out without any nutrition. I suspect that their changed metabolism combined with their new feeding habits have kept them alive longer than hoped for. I'm running out of food and water soon, and my only hope is to escape from here, if I manage to find some kind of transportation to pass through all this rubble, wrecked vehicles and festering corpses. The odds are against me, and whoever reads this will know that I've been lucky for managing to survive even this long. Or cursed. the sounds around me keep echoing in my head and making me paranoid, and the silence that flows in the air sometimes makes my mind creating different voices. If I only could get a signal to my laptop or cellular phone, there could be hope. Bah, I bet Friedrich Nietzsche's laughing out there for my dreams, waiting for me to come out just to drag me into this chaotic situation. The more I think about this, the more I just wanna go berzerk and burst out from this apartment and start shooting everything that moves. I bet I'll be so delirious that I'll shoot the ones that are coming to save me. What a way to go.