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"They" becomes "us"
Jun. 13th, 2007 11:01 pmIt's been hell in here.
Two grad students turned on us, but we managed to have them turn on the trussed-up undergrad who was lagging behind them in rapidity of transformation. The carnage... well, I get sick of the sound of snacking, but I find myself increasingly indifferent. This concerns me.
A principle investigator from the third floor was added to our impound. As the door opened, a grad student tried to run out, but he was shotgunned into a stump. He's still moaning on the floor. The principle investigator has told us that the virus is mutating too quickly to do much analysis on; it isn't responding to any lectin or peptide-specific tests. Out of the body, however, it responds to soap and ethanol, like an virus.
Which brings further hints:
1) If you have any contact with the infected, even peripheral, DOUSE WITH ETHANOL AND SOAP.
2) I'm wearing a mask because even the smell of ethanol in here is making me increasingly sicker. I restate: even douse yourself and your area with ethanol. It may detour them slightly.
3) If you have dead who were not infected, crude as this may sound, use their bodies as bait. In a pinch, the smell will confuse the zombies. I find my eyesight failing as my sense of smell heightens, and from what I observe it is a uniform trend. At least I can type by touch.
4) If you have access to ventilation masks, use them. Viruses can get through in a pinch anyway, but it's better than nothing.
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miwasatoshi said he was heading up here to "get us"; it would be greatly appreciated if anybody who can helps guard the building so the scientists can concentrate on synthesizing an antidote. That is most important. Too much of our energy is going into crisis control.
And I say, on behalf of all of us here in Tissue Culture 1, your lives come first. We've accepted that we are going to die, or at least come to terms as best we can. Just beware opening fire in here, or anywhere in the labs. There are flammable chemicals and infectious agents everywhere. This is not a place for horsing around.
This sucks ass. I wish I could do more to help research, but I know I’m more of a danger outside than sitting in here on my hands.
I pray if any of you see me, I will still be in enough of a right mind to go down honorably for my fellow humans, with a straight back and all the dignity any of us can have at this point. I find panic subsiding as a function of time.
Time is running out.
I’m going blind--
Two grad students turned on us, but we managed to have them turn on the trussed-up undergrad who was lagging behind them in rapidity of transformation. The carnage... well, I get sick of the sound of snacking, but I find myself increasingly indifferent. This concerns me.
A principle investigator from the third floor was added to our impound. As the door opened, a grad student tried to run out, but he was shotgunned into a stump. He's still moaning on the floor. The principle investigator has told us that the virus is mutating too quickly to do much analysis on; it isn't responding to any lectin or peptide-specific tests. Out of the body, however, it responds to soap and ethanol, like an virus.
Which brings further hints:
1) If you have any contact with the infected, even peripheral, DOUSE WITH ETHANOL AND SOAP.
2) I'm wearing a mask because even the smell of ethanol in here is making me increasingly sicker. I restate: even douse yourself and your area with ethanol. It may detour them slightly.
3) If you have dead who were not infected, crude as this may sound, use their bodies as bait. In a pinch, the smell will confuse the zombies. I find my eyesight failing as my sense of smell heightens, and from what I observe it is a uniform trend. At least I can type by touch.
4) If you have access to ventilation masks, use them. Viruses can get through in a pinch anyway, but it's better than nothing.
miwasatoshi said he was heading up here to "get us"; it would be greatly appreciated if anybody who can helps guard the building so the scientists can concentrate on synthesizing an antidote. That is most important. Too much of our energy is going into crisis control. And I say, on behalf of all of us here in Tissue Culture 1, your lives come first. We've accepted that we are going to die, or at least come to terms as best we can. Just beware opening fire in here, or anywhere in the labs. There are flammable chemicals and infectious agents everywhere. This is not a place for horsing around.
This sucks ass. I wish I could do more to help research, but I know I’m more of a danger outside than sitting in here on my hands.
I pray if any of you see me, I will still be in enough of a right mind to go down honorably for my fellow humans, with a straight back and all the dignity any of us can have at this point. I find panic subsiding as a function of time.
Time is running out.
I’m going blind--
