December 31st, 2012

Herobrine

Day 1

My name is Herobrine, I am one of exactly 76,892 people not infected or dead left on the planet.

The world as we know it has been overrun, destroyed. Anyone who is left is vulnerable, surviving for as long as they can before they are soon infected.

They were right, the Mayans. No one knows how they could have predicted it, but it happened. The Mayans never specified how the world would end.

It was late night, December 21st, everyone thought nothing would happen and that we would be fine. I was underground at this time, in my lab, where I am now. The sun gave off a huge burst of radiation. It hit us when we least expected it. No one died, actually the opposite. Dead bodies rose, birthed with new strength and an urge to feed. This "apocalypse" started before we had any time to do anything about it.

These bodies can be killed, no doubt, but killing is not what I want to do, I want to cure them. You see, some infected were once living. I have captured and tested on these "zombies". The disease can only be spread through a bite. But when it hits your blood stream, it travels directly to your brain. When it reaches your brain it stays there and releases a chemical I have named "End".

This chemical at first makes you crave human flesh, no other effects. Then it makes your skin turn a dark, sickly green, a dead giveaway of the infected. The last thing it does to you is the most scary. At this point and decent man would hide himself or kill himself to avoid infecting others. The last symptom is insanity. You lose all sense of who you are and what you are doing, you become another person.

I believe there is a way to destroy the virus and the chemicals they release, slowly changing the infected back to their former selves. I have devised a plan to cure the disease, but I need to study the brain and how people react to certain decisions. I have discovered that some are immune to the disease, and I have captured one individual and will use him as my specimen.

I have wiped his memory, but I forgot to ask him his name, I'll call him "Steve" for time's sake. I have attached a device to his brain that controls his memories and scans his brain, giving me the information I need. I plan on releasing him on an island, memory clean, asleep. When he wakes up, I will give him 60 days. I will study what he does to survive.

I will give him one memory, one ambition. He will want to write his thoughts and events on paper that I will supply for him periodically. I hope this will give me more to look over if the scans to not seem usable.

I am currently at my desk, on my table are many screens. Each with a different view of a different section of the island. To my right is a button that releases Steve to the island. I believe I have done all I can to make this yield the best results possible.

But yet this still may not be enough, nothing ever will...