Extract from the final page of Dr. Alec Wenakan journal.
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Good bye, sweet doctor.
To you I owe my life, not once but twice. I have the virus within me,
the hunger,



the flesh,

I need the flesh.


Yet I still remember what you did for me sir, I owe far more than my life. If not for you I wouldn't have know life.

Yes, yes...... for you I know life was good, a daughter a wife. YOooouu made that world, for me too. A wife a child I gained
all because you gave me that chance I needed to free myself from the drink, the drugs. YOu gaVe Me liFe. I am Your
Frankenstein creature. BUt, I doN't quesTioN whaT YoU knoW. dO I. tttttHHHEEE G-viRus is NotHinG likE thE T-ViRus yoU beCOme
mORe thAn a cReATure, Y0u bECome AAAAAAAAAA ThinG, nOt OF FLESH AND BLOOD ! NOT OF THE BLOOD. YoU beCome A GOD, ThE GoD of
WaR, war yes, yes, yes, war of GoD oN EaRtH.

THAT IS NOT FOR US SIR, NOT FOR US. SOMETHINGS WE SHOULD NOT MEDDLE WITH sOME THINGS ! ARE FOR THE GODS WHO COME TO CLAIM MY
MINd.

So I rEdem, yOu !

I cAsT U RRRRRR SInS away, mY mEnToR.

I frEEd Him I DiD, yEs,yEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEsyEs.

ArCHangel gAbreil Is FREE !

hE sHall cast DowN, uMbrelLa and aLL SHALL BE RIGHT AGAIN ! AGAIN !, ThEn wE sHall bathe In the Bl00d of the WicKed DOctor
who So WrOnged yoU.

I COME TO yoU noW WiTh the cannoN of LiGHT TO My hEAd. Then maybe once more, We MAy TalK of oUr fUrtURE Dear FrieND. TaLK of
Our FamiLy AnD dRinK thE niGht AwaY.