Day 1 - July 17th, 2017

A mysterious package came. The box was labelled RAXXON. Not wanting to put my family at harm, I contained the sample in the bathtub.

Day 2 - July 18th, 2017

The next morning, to my dismay, I realized my daughter had opened the package.
Inside was a black box with a hue so deep and abyssal the game should have been called "Smell the Glove"
Like freedom, fighting the infection isn't free. In fact, it's a little more than a buck oh-five. 

Did I order this evacuation kit in a fever dream? Was my subconscious riding the fringe of the horizon compelled to extend beyond ephemerality? This was my chance to either drown in the moil or join the revelry. Carpe diem Peter Pan.

Day 4 - July 20th, 2017

I stood tall. I engaged the masses. Many died, more suffered. Existence used to be balanced precariously on the edge of self-loathing and apathy. Now it lay buried beneath broken bones of the soon to be forgotten.

Day 6 - July 22nd, 2017

Something must be done. Raxxon cannot be trusted. We must resist . The fight must continue. I have saved dozens. Cleared the streets of those whose bodies were rotting from the inside out. It's not enough. We must band together.
SUBSEQUENT ENTRIES HAVE BEEN REMOVED AT THE REQUEST OF RAXXON PHARMACEUTICALS.