Journal Entry One; April 27th, 2017

I found this journal in someone's house. Well, Azra found it and gave it to me. She called it a diary, but I refuse to call it that as well. She told me to write about what happened and will happen to me, and I'm going to.

So, here we are. In a position that I wish we'd never gotten ourselves into. Let me take you back to when it all really happened. 

The scientists responsible were known only as Fission and Inertia. Corny, I know. Together, they made the single worst mutating chemical the world has ever known. Ablaetine Iaflyx Maskian. Yeah, mouthful. I know. So basically everyone called it AIM. I know, aim for the starts, all that corny shit. 

Pardon my cursing. It's become a habit. 

This chemical, AIM, was meant from healing purposes. Yeah, fat lot of good it did for everyone's health. The main purpose was the riddance of chronic diseases like osteoporosis, arthritis, and a big one, cancer. In fact, it was made with the intent of completely curing cancer.

As you can probably guess, that didn't really work. For awhile, everyone thought it was going to after the two scientists presented a dog dying of cancer on stage, and gave it a shot of AIM. Within a few minutes, the dog was scanned for any tumors. Guess what? They weren't there. Of course, that's what AIM was supposed to do.

Of course, everyone jumped on this new chemical. The rich bastards purchased it for their family members, and hey, it worked for a while, I'll give it that. People were getting better, and death statistics went down. 

I even got it for my girlfriend. She had breast cancer, and about 15% chance of living. I jumped on the chance to help her, and got her a shot of the chemical. We were happy. For about a week, everyone celebrated these two scientists and their accomplishment. 

That is, until, they checked up on the dog. A week after his shot, he was finally looked at again. Well, he kinda looked like he went through a tornado. His fur was matted, and his eyes were bloodshot. He refused to let anyone near him, and it only got worse. His skin started cracking and bleeding, but he seemed unaware of the pain. He just tried to bite everyone that came near him. He eventually got put down, but not before he bit the vet putting him down.

Well, that vet had to be killed too. You know why? He went crazy too. And that's just the start. 

So welcome, whoever found this and is now reading my crap writing, to the collapse of society.
                                       -Tatsu Heulen