They said it was a safe place.

They said nothing could go wrong.

They were all wrong.

The outbreak started a week ago.

I'm stuck in a room, I think the maintenance room.

It's dark, I'm cold and hungry.

How long before they find me?
How long before I die?

Their screams and groans echo throughout the whole ship.

There is no escape from them.

This is worse than death itself.

I wish I were home, living a comfortable life.

Life. Where I am now isn't life or death.

They'll find me soon and tear me up like everyone else.

There is no hope.

We just have to accept fate.

We have to join them.

Make us whole again.