01/12/2057

Stock Number 1123JX

Recovered from Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital, Team Three

March Thirtieth, 2007

Dear Whoever,

By the time you find this, I'll probably be dead. I know, it's a dramatic way to begin a letter. But it's true; there aren't many of us left and I know we'll go soon enough. I'm lucky. I have someone with me, someone I care about. Someone I love. I think he knows we don't have long; I see him eyeing the morphine more each passing day. I don't think he wants to kill himself; more like he wants to choose his own way out; doesn't want to wait to be infected.

I don't know what to say; it's like writing a will when you have no heirs. But I'm human; I need someone to know I was here, that I mattered. That I loved. I was head of Oncology at this hospital; House, the man who's here with me, was head of Diagnostics. In the days when the world began falling apart, he kept me safe. Kept me from getting infected. I was numb; I watched my friends and colleagues die. I didn't care.

He saved my life.

And so now we're here, slowly running out of food and water. I don't know how many other are left, if any. Sometimes I wonder if there's anyone out there; if any other countries still exist.

At least it's a peaceful way to die. Nothing too painful; I've watched countless people pass, watched as they slipped away into oblivion.

Sometimes I wonder why this happened; why there's so much hate. Why someone wanted to destroy everything. But then I realize that some people just want to destroy; they revel in it.

I'm not sure what else to write; I just want to have some meaning. I just want to know that someone will see my words and understand who I was. I am James Wilson; I was good at my job. I tried to be a good person. I have been in love. I think that's all there is; to love. And just be loved in return. It's corny, I know. But it's what I think about as I watch the walls close in around me. The world collapses around me. It gets smaller everyday.

Please, if you're reading this, know I love you. I'm never going to know you now, but I'll always love you. That's the only thing I have left to give.

I hope it's enough.

James Evan Wilson