Final Days

March 2027

Day 84
Mary's barely breathing now. I had to leave her alone to search for the final piece. The whispers are insistent, guiding me toward a hidden vault deep in the facility.
The facility is collapsing around me. The power is out, and the building is shaking. I can feel the walls closing in, the ground trembling beneath my feet.
I found the vault. It's locked tight, but I managed to force it open. Inside, there's a single, final vial of the pathogen—labeled "Prototype Alpha."
The whispers are almost deafening now, urging me to take it, to use it. I'm on the edge, teetering between sanity and madness. The power inside me is relentless, demanding.
Day 85
I've decided to use the vial. The whispers are driving me to do it, to see if it holds the key to ending this nightmare. I don't know if it's a cure or a weapon.
Mary's condition is worsening. She's barely responsive. I'm scared, desperate. I don't know what to do, but the whispers promise answers if I just follow their commands.
I injected the vial into one of the samples I found. The liquid reacted violently, glowing and bubbling. It's as if it's alive, reacting to the environment, to the pathogen.
Day 86
The results are catastrophic. The vial's contents triggered a chain reaction, destabilizing the pathogen. The facility is now a battleground of uncontrollable, hostile spores.
Mary is still unconscious. I can't afford to lose her, but I'm trapped in the facility's collapsing structure. The spores are spreading, infecting everything they touch.
I'm fighting my way out, struggling through the chaos. The whispers are no longer guiding me—they're screaming in agony, blending with the chaos around me.
Day 87
I managed to escape the facility, but the damage is done. The pathogen is now spreading uncontrollably, and the spores are infecting the entire compound.
Mary's barely alive. I managed to get her to a safer location, but she's fading fast. I'm running out of options, out of time.
The city is a war zone, filled with infected, hostile creatures. I'm struggling to keep Mary safe, to protect her from the growing danger. The whispers have fallen silent, leaving me alone with my despair.
Day 88
I've reached a small shelter on the outskirts of the compound. It's a temporary refuge, but it's better than nothing. Mary's condition is critical.
I'm out of supplies, out of options. I don't know if she'll make it through the night. I'm trying to keep her comfortable, trying to find any way to help her.
The facility is lost, the city is in chaos. The pathogen is spreading faster than I can control. I've failed, and I don't know how to fix it.
Day 89
Mary's still alive, but she's barely clinging to life. I'm doing everything I can to keep her stable, but I'm running out of hope.
The city is a wasteland. The pathogen's effects are spreading rapidly, turning everything into a nightmarish landscape of infection and decay.
I'm alone now, with nothing but the echoes of the whispers in my mind. The facility's collapse has left me with no direction, no answers. I'm lost, and I don't know what comes next.
Day 90
I've decided to stay with Mary, no matter what happens. She's my only reason for continuing, for holding on.
The city is a graveyard of destruction. The infection is spreading, and the survivors are becoming increasingly desperate. I can't help them. I can barely help myself.
Mary's condition is deteriorating. She's in and out of consciousness, her breathing ragged. I'm powerless to save her, to make things right.
The whispers have gone silent. I'm left with only the sound of Mary's labored breathing and the relentless spread of the pathogen.
Day 91
Mary passed away today. I'm left alone with my grief and the unending devastation around me.
The compound is in ruins, and the pathogen has spread beyond control. I'm surrounded by chaos, by the echoes of what once was.
I don't know what to do anymore. I'm lost, adrift in a world that has become a nightmare. The whispers are gone, leaving me with only my sorrow and the relentless decay.
Day 92
I've decided to leave the city. There's nothing left for me here, no reason to stay. The infection is spreading too quickly, and the world is falling apart.
I'm heading into the unknown, searching for a place where I can find some semblance of peace. The path ahead is uncertain, but I have to try.
The whispers have been replaced by silence, a haunting reminder of everything that has been lost. I'm left with only the memories of what was, and the hope that somewhere, there's a chance for a new beginning.