Journal Entry For Day 67
I remember the rain falling hard and loud on day 67 of this month in... another long year.
I remember waking up that gray, cool morning to the ache in my muscles and the slight sniffle in my nose. This day was going to be a tough one. I could now feel it in my bones.
I got up as if everything was normal. I wolfed down a mug of hot coffee and one of the breakfast bars on the tray. These actions took all of four minutes, before I was again standing on the observer platform with my hands on the glass looking out into the crowd of scientist below my perch.
My captors are never late for work. I am their last living test subject and they are trying everything in their power to keep me alive. They've kept my infection from spreading to my brain, but most of my other organs have begun to slow down as the virus slowly tries to turn my blood to dust.
They came to earth 18 years ago. One day they weren't here, then the next day 2,200 of them were here intermingling with the populace of the world. They came in peace by way of what they call "Dimensional Phase Shifting," a way of moving from one plane of existence to another... such as traveling from their planet to our planet earth instantaneously.
They told us right from the beginning that humans could not "Phase Shift" because of the difference in our chemical make-up. I never understood all that bullshit scientific talk because I'm just a regular guy, but I listened to the news and watched the televisions specials about them. And I was appalled and pissed-off when that reporter released his research into what the government was doing up there in Seattle. I was mad as hell when we found out that they were experimenting, without the knowledge of the aliens, on humans by trying to build their own "Phase Shifters." And in doing so, had murdered 47 human research subjects. Oh, what a bat shit crazy time that mess was.
And then, people around the world began to quickly become frighteningly sick. People around the world began to literally drop dead within hours of immediately developing severe body wide osteoarthritis-like conditions. Within six hellish weeks, 300 million people died in the United States of America alone. Within six months, 4.5 billion people from around the world were dead! And by now, today, the alien scientist tell me I might be the last man on earth.
FUCK!
Yes, our meddling government decided to play with forces they were warned to not touch. In screwing around with the technology from a world we are not suppose to contact, or see, humans murdered the rest of the humans on planet earth. They allowed viral material from the other side to come into our atmosphere unchecked and unfiltered. They killed us all!
The aliens really tried to save us. They brought tons of bizarre equipment over to earth. They did this with us and that with us... but there really was nothing they could do. The deadly airborne virus, harmless to them, was spread by instantly infected birds. The virus easily jumped from bird to bird, and in no time at all... it was all over. By the time scientists figured out that little caveat, it was too late for humanity.
So here I am... probably the last man on earth. They'll be inside this sealed from the outside research apartment soon. They'll spend the day drawing blood, probing me and making me take all that nasty medicine. They are keeping me alive... but how much longer can I last? This virus is powerful and it wants me dead. Still... what a life I'm living now, right? Waited on hand and foot by oppressively guilty alien friends who constantly apologize to me for the death of over 6 billion people in under one year!
Holy goddamn!
At least the birds are still alive. They still carry the virus. I'm told that if I do manage to survive my disease, and if they can clone a viable female for me from the unlimited DNA samples from the dead... to begin the re-population of earth, they will have to destroy every bird on earth before a clean cloned female could step outside into the air.
Don't I have great stuff to look forward to?
Well, here they come. I'll be back here later tonight to share more of my thoughts to you, dear Journal!
Sincerely, Dallas Randolph.
