About me: Sitting in a dark room...lights flickering off and on.
The sounds of groaning and gurgles of blood.
Millions of people are dead, A whole cult of monsters.
Their blood is on the floor.
Their carcasses moving into the room.
He wasn't there.
He didn't exist to them.
He was one of them.
He was turning. But slowly immune.
He sat there with a switchblade in hand.
His mask visor was foggy...He didn't dare take it off...He would reveal his face to the world...death...
He stared into the camera as he spoke to the civilians of Z...
"My name...well that does not matter...I am the cure. I'm a monster...not your friend. I don't want to be your prisoner anymore. I am free...I am not your testing rat anymore...I am free...May this Apocalypse continue and may the virus spread!!!"
Turning the camera off as the screen goes blank...Despair spreads some more...and his smile grew under the mask...he was free and his blood was immune...may the virus spread more and more...
