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Wednesday, February 6, 2008


~When Can I Come Back?~

Hey all it's been a while huh?
Sorry I've been away but I've just been really lazy these past few days... And I'm really kinda lazy today too. So Here's the first part of a new short story I'm woking on to keep you all entertained.




Journal of a Walking Dead Man [February 6, 2007]

My name is Samuel F. Broanstein. I am 46-years-old. Recently I was held captive by a terrorist group. When I was finally released I was sent to a chemical testing facility before being returned to America and my family. When I was tested the results were astonishing.

Terenmetinaius Neruvousa, that was the name the doctors gave it.

It was an unknown nerve disease that was apparently highly contagious. I was quickly put into isolation. The doctors did countless tests and found no cure. It seemed to be a man-made strain that was not contagious unless... 1) I were to die, 2) Someone breathed the same air as I had.

Choice number two wasn’t what worried me so much as number one. It seems that only one person could be infected at a time without breathing the virus. It attacked a person’s nervous system and brain. It has the capacity to increase a person’s anger to points of unbelievable ferocity. It acted like a depressant on steroids. Once it got into your system it was impossible to get out. It works slowly though. Today is my first day in total isolation and I’ve been infected for about four months now. Where was I? Oh yes, the virus. It slowly changed your personality. It is so far along now that I can honestly say that I see a difference. I get angry very easily and that was one reason for my confinement.

I am here alone in the deep south and am 40 miles from the nearest house, let alone town. Cameras and audio equipment are set up all around my house and in it. I am given supplies every month and am allowed to use the internet to try and find a cure. The government is still focused on it’s war with Iraq, so I guess I’m on my own. I feel that writing down my thoughts is the only way for me to keep sane. I shall continue this journal as long as I can...all the while keeping notes of my findings. Maybe, even if I should fail and die, my research shall help other after me.

Farewell for now,

Samuel F. Broanstein

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