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Monday, 15.9.2008

My energized diary,

I managed to sneak into the maintenance room and set the emergency electicity on. The wires were bitten by someone or something. Must've been the rat that escaped from the lab. No, I've been eating too many chocolate bars and not thinkin straight. No way some rodent can grow some intelligence in just few days. But seeing what has happened just in few days here, I think I should be ready for almost anything. What I saw from the window on my way back here, the whole city is in chaos. I can't even tell who's infected and who's normal. I'm not sure if I wanna go out there. Hope people have evacuated, hope they've managed to contain this whole epidemic. Also managed to gather some random stuff to my room, like flashlights, binoculars, extra batteries, noodles, and a gun with extra clip. I feel like from some video game...

Wednesday, 10.9.2008

My dark diary...

They cut off the power. Or that's what I thought at first. When the night came, I noticed from the window that none of the buildings in the city had any electricity. I'm trying to save power from my laptop as much as possible. I think I can make the vaccine from my current work progress, needs just a little final tunings, but the problem is that the equipment in the laboratory don't have any power for progressing. I'd need to go down to the electricity room and see if I can switch on the emergency power. For some reason it didn't go on automatically, considering how much stuff will be spoiled if the temperature drops in our cooling units. Or, in worst case scenario, it has been on for days now, but it went empty. What then? I need to get out of this city then, I guess. Where's Rambo?

Monday, 8.9.2008

My recharged diary...

I ran out of batteries from my phone, so I couldn't work on with my diary for few days. Thanks to my work out and montage soundtrack on laptop, and tv to keep my sanity in this hive of flesh eating corpses, I've managed to gather my courage and make a run to the dressing room where my phone charger was. Of course, after I came back with the recharger, I figured out that I could as well have written my diary in my laptop, doh... Good news is, my muscles don't hurt anymore, guess they're getting used to the work out. Bad news is, the tv doesn't run any programs anymore, there's absolutely nothing on any channel. When I checked things from my laptop, it seems that the programs are still running, but they've managed to knock down the satellite disc of the city. The media outside this city isn't telling the truth about the incidents happening here, seems like the government wants to hide stuff. At least they're telling people not to come here, as there are "terrorist activities" in here. What a bunch of bullsh*t. I wonder what's taking so long with the army anyways... I've been trapped inside this building for days, and I'm running out of snacks at some point. Wonder where are the other snack machines located...?

Friday, 5.9.2008

My sore and ill diary,

I should clearly recycle my menu, since eating just chocolate bars in one day doesn't seem to do any good for the stomach. Another bad news is, my hands and chest are sore from the work out, I really don't understand how some people have motivation to do all the work. Maybe it'll go away. Or maybe it'll hurt even more! Must be painful to be one of those body builders. But then again, they use steroids... Thinking about it gives me shivers, only needle that's going to touch this skin is the vaccine I'm working on with my laptop. Good news is, I managed to do four push ups today. Which means, in one month I'll be able to do about 33 push ups, and in one year about 368. What a slow progress.

Thursday, 4.9.2008

My hungry diary,

I didn't go to the cafeteria yet. Instead, I broke a snack machine on the corridor and went back to my room watching more sitcoms. I've been doing some push ups (3... Don't blame me, I'm a scientist!), in case I need my muscles to escape from these wretched corpses that don't know they're supposed to stay dead. More Family Guy for me in that case! Ooo, they're also showing Babylon 5 on other channel.

Wednesday, 3.9.2008

My analyzing diary,

Judging from the news, seems like the police and the army can't seem to get any hold of the situation. The targets won't even go down from the bullets or grenades, unless they're totally filled with lead, or get capitated. What is my analysis?

The virus allegedly operates similarly to most other viruses, but also has the abilities to animate dead tissue, to substantially mutate its host, and to infect nearly any tissue in any type of host. It animates dead tissue by killing and replacing any mitochondria in infected cells, and then combining with these cells to produce enough energy for motor and lower brain functions. By doing this, most of the body's systems, such as the circulatory or respiratory systems, are made redundant. However, this process has the drawback of severe necrosis in the host, and produces the distinctive rotted appearance of most hosts. The mutations are produced when the virus incorporates itself into the host's RNA and considerably alters it. Creatures with genetic structures different than humans generally show less severe mutations, and usually only increase in size. As a side effect of the virus' consumption of its host, specifically its digestion of the host's frontal lobes, all hosts suffer from greatly increased aggression. The virus also damages the hypothalamus, which results in a flood of neurotransmitters, enzymes, and hormones which induce a psychopathic rage and hunger in the host. I believe that the hunger for flesh is nothing more than a craving, and infected hosts do not require it for sustenance.

But what do I know? That's only a hypotesis made inside a barricaded room by a hungry and panicking scientist. I don't believe in zombies, and I greatly disbelieve that I'm responsible of creating these things. Still haven't dared to go outside, I believe I can manage one more day without food. But then again, it'd lower my performance later if I'd have to run away from these things at some point. Yeah, I'll do it tomorrow, today I'll just watch sitcoms with very very low volume.

Tuesday, 2.9.2008

My fellowship of the diary,

I've barricaded myself in my room and been very very quiet. Drank all the sodas for hunger already, didn't touch the alcohols yet, they might turn out to be nice molotov cocktails. Still no word from the police, and the news are telling that they're sending army people in here soon. What the hell is going on in there? I'll wait for one more day, and then I'll try to sneak through the cafeteria, and out of this damn building.

Monday, 1.9.2008

My tired diary... (mobile phone actually)

No! I stayed up all night and woke up late! I can't believe I slept for whole morning and noon! Stupid rat! Stupid Fox! Stupid noodles! Wait a minute, cancel those two latter ones. Stupid rat! I had to rush to the lab while buttoning my white jacket, then I had to rush to the sector G, because I forgot sector T was closed! What a way to start a day, quoting Garfield: I hate mondays!

But when I finally arrived to the lab, it was silent. Dead silent. Oh, by the way, everybody was dead. I've seen so many R-rated movies that you would've thought that nothing would shock me, but looks like seeing the real stuff made me bit dizzy. Or it could've been that I didn't have any breakfast, and lacked of oxygene from all the running. Also, I almost threw up, not from the sight, but from the smell, intestines and dead people smell a lot, A LOT, worse than you could think. I woke up to the reality when I heard some noises and saw something moving. It was that bald guy who was half dead and walking towards me, moaning, punishing me from being late probably (or digesting me, didn't stay to ask). So, I retreated to my quarters and wondered what the hell was going on.

I called the police and heard that they've been informed long time ago. They told me keep calm and yada yada yaa, follow instructions, wait for the police, give them more information what really happened around there, and if I've seen any suspects. Seems like they've never heard of an incident I described, and I wondered if I'd tell what's really happening or just say there's a maniac roaming inside the building. I decided to go with the maniac and tell them he's infected with diseases since he managed to trash the lab full of samples. That should catch their attention. I hate waiting. All I can do is watch from TV how this building has been surrounded for hours and people are being evacuated from the building. What about me!?! I also regret I didn't pick up more food from the cafeteria, all I had was a lousy corn dog, and I ate it because I was so shocked and nervous. Let this be a dream, please. Please?

Sunday, 31.8.2008

My mobile diary,

I woke up in the middle of the night, since that Family Guy came from Fox so late, not good for my sleeping rhythm. Nothing to eat in the fridge anymore, snacked everything during those sitcoms and cartoons, so I have to head to the late night cafeteria. Why on earth they show Iron Man so late?

While walking to the cafeteria, you can't believe who I met in the halls. The trainee. Where on earth he has been? He said that he was looking for the rat since it was his responsibility, and lost the track of time, and then the sleeping rhythm. Since we didn't have anything to do, we decided grab something from the cafeteria and go for a rodent hunt. We tried to get the night shift guard with us, but he was too busy with his Playboy. Or was it Playgirl? I swear it was... Anyways, two guys with flashlights wandering around corporate building looking for a rodent in middle of a night. Yes, sounds like a B-class horror material to me. This is why I haven't gotten myself a pet yet.

Saturday, 30.8.2008

Dear substituting diary,

Since I've been working on this project tonight, instead of being home doing something nice like the others, I'm not allowed to leave this building because of the rat incident. So, I'll stay in the facilities of this building, which look like five star hotel rooms. I should release rats more often. Also, since I can't come and write in your last pages, I'll have to write everything in my phone's memo and update you later. Or, I could try to do the voice record, but I'm too lazy for that, already gotten used to this dictionary function from sending messages to Terry. Speaking of missing people, haven't seen that trainee today. Either they fed him to the rats, made him an experiment for the project, or he got lost in this gigantic building. Gotta go now, will have to worry later, have some wrestling to watch, and hundreds of channels of more entertainment.