Diary of the Chief Warden.

Only a few hours remain for me as

a conscious human being. This will be the

final entry in my diary. I won't waste

precious moments whining about what

could've been. Who dropped the ball this

time? Ah well, what's done is done. In 48

hours the virus will contaminate this

entire island and every life form will die

out. Soon I will be nothing more than

a soulless bag of meat controlled

completely by the virus.

She is my last hope. My invincible lover,

Neticia. I first met you in an empty

solitary cell. You had innocently chosen

that spot to make your web, a place to

call home, though there was no food for

you to catch. I wonder why I fell for

you… Perhaps it was because I sensed

we were kindred spirits, choosing to live

our lives in some sheltered corner

secluded from others… I diligently kept

feeding you with moths and roaches.

Watching you wrap their bodies and suck

out their fluids relaxed me. I noticed

how you had grown, but I wanted you to

be bigger and stronger. That's why

I started to steal bodies for you. There

was no harm in it, after all they were

the dead remnants from various

experiments, no longer useful and left to

be disposed of secretly. So I did just

that, by feeding you. The effect of the

virus on you was astounding, and in no

time you had become as big as a man.

Then, when I ran out of food, I sent

a prisoner to the cell. They would be

tortured to death by Alfred anyway.

No one cared if a few went missing…

At last you have grown too big

to live in a cell. Now I let you crawl

loose in the prison. The ceiling has

become your nesting place and you've

begun to devour prisoners and prison

officers at random. No one will be able

to destroy my lover. You are far more

powerful than that annoying Alfred,

your fangs are sharp enough to slice his

empty little head off with one bite.

All those memories… they'll be gone.

My whole body has been infected with

the virus. Now I'm hearing the noise you

make when you crawl on the ceiling with

your eight slender legs, Neticia. I guess

you have eaten your food up. I guess the

hunger is urging you. My dear Netty…

Kill everyone. Destroy everything.

Devour all. The meaning of the world

will be lost when I die. I know you are

gazing at me with your eight eyes. Don't

hesitate. Now, fulfill your urge, and let

nature take its course as you sink your

beautiful fangs into me…