Week One

Dear diary, me and my family have entered our new home, our last entity had too many white soldiers they took away Cousin Flu and his family. I hope the white soldiers don’t find us, in our new home!

Week Two

We arrived at the lungs I am in a battle field Mommy and Daddy are fighting with the soldiers. The Mucus Family is helping, Mommy told me to infect the weak point… still trying to find it.

Week Three

We won… Daddy is happy but Mommy was eaten. Daddy is now sharing Uncle Mucus’s wife with him. I am a hero… apparently. I successfully infected the weak point I finished Mommy’s last wish, but I am not happy. This is not a victory…

Week Four

Dear diary, our colony is growing bigger. Uncle Mucus was spat out including a few other members of the Mucus Family. Now Daddy has Aunty Mucus to himself. I hate Daddy he forgot Mommy I am the only one that remembers.

Week Five

Dear diary, I am making my way up to the brain and eye. Mommy would be proud of me. But I see someone in the eye. A girl… she is crying, a thin and boney hand reaches out and touches her head. I realize something… our human is a mother.

Week Six

Dear diary, I hope Mommy understands why I will save this body. The female human is dying fast so I have to eat all of our colony. I have to save the woman I couldn’t stand Mommy dying so I know how the woman’s daughter feels. Gook luck to myself!

Week Seven

I-I did it I ate all of them. Goodbye Daddy. This time I am traveling up the throat to get out of the body. But I hear something in the ear that makes my blood boil.

“Meet your new mother Chloe!” A voice says happily

“Wh-what? But Moma is still here!” I fragile voice sniffs

“That woman is gone she’s dying! Your real mother is here next to me!” The male voice bellows

“No!” Chloe sobs “She’s alive… she’s here… she’s going to recover!”

I hear enough I have made a decision. I will continue my work but on that MONSTEROUS MAN!

Weeks Eight- Nine

I successfully infected the man and Chloe’s mum and Chloe are safe. I have mated with a virus and produced babies that will carry on our name, our family will save the innocent and harm the evil.

Weeks Ten-Twenty

Dear diary, I am living in a man who killed eleven people. My husband and me have traveled body to body killed evil and saved lives. Now my son is teaching our grandchildren our way of life. I am happy and proud of my deeds, I try to forget my past, but it still haunts me. But I have excepted it as part of me.

I am Mira Covid, The Kind Virus.

Signing off…