Only a few hours remain for me as a conscious human being. This will be the final entry in my diary. I won't waste precious moments whining about what could've been. Who dropped the ball this time? Ah well, what's done is done. In 48 hours the virus will contaminate this entire island and every life form will die out. Soon I will be nothing more than a soulless bag of meat controlled completely by the virus.

She is my last hope. My invincible lover, Neticia. I first met you in an empty solitary cell. You have innocently chosen that spot to make your web, a place to all home, though there was no food for you to catch. I wonder why I fell for you... Perhaps it was because I sensed we were kindred spirits, choosing to live our lives in some sheltered corner secluded from others...