Three Eleven Thirteen

February 19th, 2018

He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable.

He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another.

He looked at me, truly looked at me.

My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand.

I will have her keep working with him. He will speak.

February 23rd, 2018

He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday.

March 13th, 2018

Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on.

March 27th, 2018

My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him.

April 4th, 2018

He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this?

April 5th, 2018

Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death.

I am a coward.

April 6th, 2018

I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.