Board Thread:Lores/@comment-33729724-20171126014846

XelPixels HQ is the organized head quarters where members and organizations around the world comes together to help solve the SANI Virus together. Hope was very bare and barely even visible in the morale humanity of other scientists. All was locked underground a substitute building in order to secure safety for the research of the cure.

This is the story of a man who tried to help in the effort, but ultimately realizes the real picture to this new life style.

Get a Reason to Die.

Diary
September 10th, 2014: It's official. The news reported Military soldiers to be storming neighborhoods and to apprehend any suspected infected. This SANI Virus thing was way more severe than we thought. We're moving our research away to some office building. I don't know why, but we just are I guess. I never even had a chance to say goodbye to my wife.

October 2nd, 2014: The radio, television, and services on our phones are all down. Social life is gone. It's hard to believe that but I guess that's that. This office actually has some secret underground systems that connects the building above us Did they already know a virus would break out? How did they manage to build an underground shelter before the virus was even announced? Interesting.

October 19th, 2014: We're officially starting research on this pathogen. Soldiers just came by yesterday to drop by samples of blood. They all wore M40 issued Gas Masks. Damn this is really serious isn't it? Either way. It's time to get to work. I've got to start working and start concentrating.

December 25th, 2014: It's Christmas. Sure doesn't feel like it without the Christmas lights, ringing Jingle Bells, and singing Chorale. Man I hate this place already. It's getting damp every day in here. Supply trucks comes by once a while to drop by some food and supplies. So far, our discovery shows that every Thymine nucleotide is transformed into a random arrangement of either Adenine, Guanine, or Cytosine in the DNA strands of an infected. Very, very odd.

February 12th, 2015: We just got a report from our Security Chief that an infected showed up at our doorstep. We decided to let it in. Why? Cus' we had to "study" the thing. When I saw that thing. I was terrified. His lower jaw was completely ripped off, he was missing his left eye, and had absolutely no hair. He wore the outfit of a farmer. So the rural life is gone too? Bummer.

May 9th, 2015: Something is wrong with this place. The atmosphere just turned darker today. I don't know why, I have only saw one person walk by me this entire morning. Nobody in the Cafeteria. Nobody in the Labs. Just one person that walked by me this morning. He wore the same curious face of "Where is everybody?".

June 29th, 2015: Someone got bit. He didn't told us. I saw him and asked what was wrong. He was sweating so severely. When someone tapped his shoulder, he immediately sprung from his chair and ate the guys face off. Now I'm in this bloody closet doing absolutely nothing but writing in this Journal. Why didn't he tell. Was he afraid he was going to die just the way everybody else did outside? Everyone's dead now. All I have is this book. And an almost broken pencil. Damn it.

November 17th, 2015: I made it out. I made it out! I'm so happy! The air, it smells of nature and everything I could imagine! I can't bel~

February 21st, 2016: After months of convincing them that I was not infected. They finally let me in their rag tagged group. After they literally nearly curb stomped me outside the XelPixels HQ, when they picked up my book they literally had my Diary as the "only entertainment". Now they know what I wrote here, I'm literally a laughing stock. Come to mind. Why am I still writing anyways? I'm finding that writing can relief myself. But damn when I was in their truck on their way to their little base of operations, the amount of infected everywhere was incredible. A flood of them just crowded the truck. The truck was covered in infected blood, and they splashed blood at me. I stank that entire day, but it seems that they found that if we were covered in their stench, we can fool them in thinking that we're a part of them. Amazing. But now that all of our research is gone, the world really has no hope left. All we can do is shoot the living hell of everything we see.

November 24th, 2017: I don't have much time. I wanted to say that I loved my life before the SANI Virus. I still cherish to this last day of all the fun I had with my family, friends, and wife. But of course the SANI Virus had to come into our lives. These are my last dying wishes. Please don't make me one of them. Don't make me an infected. I want to rest in peace. Let me die in peace. Please.

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