
January 31st, 2014.
The 42nd day since the end of the world as we know it.
No one is safe.
The 42nd day since the end of the world as we know it.
No one is safe.
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Journal Entry #7
December 25th, 2013.
December 25th, 2013.
The cure for cancer was not all that we imagined it to be.
I regret to inform you that it has failed miserably, causing a catastrophe that I do not think can be remedied any time soon... if ever.
Yes, we cured cancer. Each and every kind, no matter how rare, will never threaten a human being ever again. But the consequences were dire and I'm already beginning to pay for what I've done. Yes, I cured millions of people. But in doing so, I've also created monsters. You see, the cure was not just a cure. It was like a poison, slowly changing the recipients until I could not even recognize my own patients.
It all started with the loss of memory and sanity. The cured cancer patients forgot who they were and begin to panic, seeing as their entire identity has been wiped clean from their minds. I can't even begin to imagine the horror they must have been in. They did not suffer for long, though, because the next thing to disappear was their humanity. These... creatures that I used to call my kind had no emotions, no cares in the world for anything they had once loved, and most of all--the killed without remorse. These people rapidly turned into horrible monsters and quickly went from eating cereal in the morning to eating their spouse, their children, their best friends... They remind me far too much of a popular Hollywood cliche...
Zombies.
I never thought it was plausible or that I'd ever be in this situation, but here I am. I am the reason the world has crumbled. All of the family you have lost? My fault. All of the suffering you have gone through to stay alive? My fault. The horrible quality of life you now are not enjoying? Me, me, me. And it only gets worse as the time passes on and on. The human to zombie ratio is steadily climbing, leaving the humans with nothing left to do but fight and hope that luck is on their side.
I cannot begin to explain my remorse for what I have done. But I cannot live with it. It is the bitter truth. I cannot do it.
My colleagues are dead around me and I have mere minutes left.
This is my last entry.
I am sorry for what I have done to your lives.
I regret to inform you that it has failed miserably, causing a catastrophe that I do not think can be remedied any time soon... if ever.
Yes, we cured cancer. Each and every kind, no matter how rare, will never threaten a human being ever again. But the consequences were dire and I'm already beginning to pay for what I've done. Yes, I cured millions of people. But in doing so, I've also created monsters. You see, the cure was not just a cure. It was like a poison, slowly changing the recipients until I could not even recognize my own patients.
It all started with the loss of memory and sanity. The cured cancer patients forgot who they were and begin to panic, seeing as their entire identity has been wiped clean from their minds. I can't even begin to imagine the horror they must have been in. They did not suffer for long, though, because the next thing to disappear was their humanity. These... creatures that I used to call my kind had no emotions, no cares in the world for anything they had once loved, and most of all--the killed without remorse. These people rapidly turned into horrible monsters and quickly went from eating cereal in the morning to eating their spouse, their children, their best friends... They remind me far too much of a popular Hollywood cliche...
Zombies.
I never thought it was plausible or that I'd ever be in this situation, but here I am. I am the reason the world has crumbled. All of the family you have lost? My fault. All of the suffering you have gone through to stay alive? My fault. The horrible quality of life you now are not enjoying? Me, me, me. And it only gets worse as the time passes on and on. The human to zombie ratio is steadily climbing, leaving the humans with nothing left to do but fight and hope that luck is on their side.
I cannot begin to explain my remorse for what I have done. But I cannot live with it. It is the bitter truth. I cannot do it.
My colleagues are dead around me and I have mere minutes left.
This is my last entry.
I am sorry for what I have done to your lives.
- Dr. Dean J. Preutcher,
University of Texas,
Cancer Research Center.
University of Texas,
Cancer Research Center.