The World lies in chaos. Everyone's either gone or infected. I'm not sure what happened. I can't remember. The Black Ink is spreading. I don't know when it will take me too. My only hope is the cure. The pen that I found in my pocket might be it. Or I might be the cure. I really don't know but whoever is left seems to be willing to do anything to get the pen, get me. I have to run. But where? #16 in Paranormal!