IRC-Galleria

Monday, 5.1.2009

My saving diary,

It seems like Chris almost put a bullet in my head, but instead decided to knock me unconscious for more than a day. He dragged me into a nearest chapel and gave me full dose of the antidote. He used it all, just to save me. There's still a drop or two in the tube, I might be able to make more from the sample, but I still need to finish the vaccine until it can be used as a cure.

Funny to have sense of touch again. I checked from my diary what I've written, and I'm still wondering what I was thinking and writing.

Saturday, 3.1.2009

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Friday, 2.1.2009

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Thursday, 1.1.2009

Goth diary,

Poke hole in hand with knife. No feel thing. Blood stiff like jelly. I'm dead. Barely pulse. I like jelly. New Year. No rockets. No emergency flares. Nothing. Sucks.

Wednesday, 31.12.2008

Diary,

Rat meat good. Chris look good. Hate his face. Always stare. Eat Chris?

Tuesday, 30.12.2008

Monster diary,

Saw reflection. Pale. Gleam in eyes. Wish new character. Hate zombie class. Vampire lord rule. Update errata.

Monday, 29.12.2008

My... My... Diary.

Thoughts... Wandering... Can't... Think... Clear... Talking... Like... Shatner... Acting... Like... Keanu... Keep... Diary... Short...

Sunday, 28.12.2008

My tasteless diary,

The food doesn't taste so good anymore. The cold weather used to chill my down to the bones, but I barely feel it anymore. My analysis is that the virus had already taken control most of my muscle tissues or nervous systems. Then again, my senses are enhanced to a level where the snow beneath our feet crunching is starting to get on my nerves. Or maybe I'm just tired and I'm paying attention to it too much.

Saturday, 27.12.2008

My hopeless diary,

I'm starting to losing my mind here. By the time we'll reach a place where we can be picked up, I've probably lost control of myself. I don't think I'm any use anymore. I've tried to take as many medicines possible to enhance my body resistance and white cell production, but it's only slowing it down to some limit. There's no way I'm getting away from this.

Friday, 26.12.2008

My resisting diary,

I've given myself small doses of vaccine to slow down the process, but I can't use them all if I still wish to have a sample to work on when we reach down some kind of a laboratory. I've become more cranky and almost everything seems to annoy me, even pushing these stupid CELL PHONE BUTTONS IN THIS COLD AND THEY DON'T WORK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WHY THE BUTTONS HAVE TO BE SO SMALL MY FINGERS ARE FREEZI

I'm ok.