My dearest,
I write this letter to you in hopes that it will reach you someday. As I compose this I am hiding in a supply room, hiding from those.......things. The creatures that were my co-workers, now called Zombies, are shuffling around in the halls of this cursed laboratory, looking for any flesh that may provide them with a sickening meal. I wait here wondering when it is going to be my turn to die. I hold up a small handgun I kept hidden in the lab safe in case something ever did happen, though I did'nt expect it to be like this. I have been pondering wether or not to write this in my letter to you, but I suppose I shall tell you that my results for the virus were positive. I know for a fact that I will turn into one of those rotting freaks but what I don't know is when it will happen. I already have been feeling some of the effects, sweating, dryness of the mouth, hunger, and dizziness. I am so stupid dearest, I should have made the extra detour and picked up a vial of our prototype anti-toxin serum. It would have cured me. Im getting so tired now beloved, So i think i be will havvveee loong sleep, virruuss making skin itchyy now am hungry soo hungry....................foood, NO! I must keep my sanity for as long as possible!! I am going to write the lab accsess passcode for the room where the antidote is stored, as well as the location for the key card. I wont make any attempts to conceal this information anymore, as there may be other surviors who may need this information. After I have written this information at the bottom, I will load my pistol and end my life myself. I hope that whoever finds this will be kind enough to deliver this note to you. Goodbye my dearest. I love you.
Your love,
Mark
Lab code: 25434
I have hidden the key under the soda machine in the lounge. I hope you find this useful, to whoever finds this.
I write this letter to you in hopes that it will reach you someday. As I compose this I am hiding in a supply room, hiding from those.......things. The creatures that were my co-workers, now called Zombies, are shuffling around in the halls of this cursed laboratory, looking for any flesh that may provide them with a sickening meal. I wait here wondering when it is going to be my turn to die. I hold up a small handgun I kept hidden in the lab safe in case something ever did happen, though I did'nt expect it to be like this. I have been pondering wether or not to write this in my letter to you, but I suppose I shall tell you that my results for the virus were positive. I know for a fact that I will turn into one of those rotting freaks but what I don't know is when it will happen. I already have been feeling some of the effects, sweating, dryness of the mouth, hunger, and dizziness. I am so stupid dearest, I should have made the extra detour and picked up a vial of our prototype anti-toxin serum. It would have cured me. Im getting so tired now beloved, So i think i be will havvveee loong sleep, virruuss making skin itchyy now am hungry soo hungry....................foood, NO! I must keep my sanity for as long as possible!! I am going to write the lab accsess passcode for the room where the antidote is stored, as well as the location for the key card. I wont make any attempts to conceal this information anymore, as there may be other surviors who may need this information. After I have written this information at the bottom, I will load my pistol and end my life myself. I hope that whoever finds this will be kind enough to deliver this note to you. Goodbye my dearest. I love you.
Your love,
Mark
Lab code: 25434
I have hidden the key under the soda machine in the lounge. I hope you find this useful, to whoever finds this.