Day 1,

After taking the serum, my head has been dizzy, no signs of the black blood from the disease is extracting from my body. A colleague from H.C Labs constructed the serum as only a test for animals. I don’t have much time, so I gave it a shot. Who am I to say I’m not an animal, all humans are classified as mammals.

I made an small incision on my shoulder and it’s red. Not good if I want to stay alive. People have said the disease can start with an open cut. Then from there, it’ll travel the rest of my body, infecting it till my whole body bubbles, organs bursting to let out the black blood disease. I know me making another incision sounds stupid. But even if making further incisions is a risk of making the disease spread faster, I don’t have much time left, they say it takes three days… and I’m already more than done most of day one.

If I can gradually release the black blood from my system than maybe I have a chance to live.

Day 2,

Nothings working! I’m losing my sanity and any hope I have is diminishing. I nearly broke my wooden work desk from the amount of times I slammed my hands, chairs, books and other objects at it. Nothing seems to work and serum has done nothing for me than make me feel hysterical for thinking it might actually work!

My blood is red. Black Blood Bastard. I made another incision on my other shoulder, nothing. At this rate, eat at me faster. This world is doomed anyways. Most of the population is dead. Frank won’t be so happy about this when he comes back.

Day 3,

Honey, if you see this, continue to find a cure. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I got infected. I don’t want you to come home and see my lifeless body, or whatever remains is left of it… Don’t go in the garage, that’s where I will be. Tell Dave not to blame himself, he gave me a trial serum, of course it wasn’t going to work the first time around. There isn’t much left of this planet, but thank you for making it less shitty.