I think one of the shitheads here stole my diary. Couldn't find it all of yesterday, then it just "shows up" on top of my drawers. I might be losing it, but I doubt it. Still should be sane for another week or so yet! That is, if I keep writing. It's a catch 22, that's what it's called isn't it? Writing this crap is a part of what's making me sane, but it could also get me fucking shot, but then my desire to shoot everyone and get the hell out of here is probably something shared by over half the fucking faculty. Well, the soldiers at least, the scientists are the real freaking psychos here. Sure we got the odd person who loves to slit people's throats, but they're the ones going on about making viruses that could fuck over an entire country in a matter of days, in excruciating agony.
Nothing's happened out of the ordinary yet though. Nobody has been looking at me differently, the same piss-boring guard duty. I suppose I can't really tell how the other soldiers are looking at me with our masks on but they don't seem to be staring at least. And most of the scientists are still condescending pricks who won't give you the time of day.
Rumour started that one of the guards was a woman, turned out to be true when a couple of psychos managed to knock her helmet off, she had to beat the shit out of them, all three of them are in the infirmary now, not sure how long it'll be before they get back on duty, they're all pretty messed up. One of the scientists wasn't happy about her being here, but his shouting was blubbery and incoherent so I couldn't say why. Sad in a surprisingly human fashion, does he know her? I know I'd be pissed if anyone I knew got dragged into this shithole with me.
Well, except maybe Trevor, fuck that guy.
Oh, but speaking of the scientists. One of them did drop dead. Saw it happen, the guy was just striding down the corridor and just collapsed. I rushed over to him and no pulse. His heart probably just gave out. No memorial or nothing of course, they just quietly removed the body to who-knows-where, glad to see us soldiers ain't the only expendable ones. Nobody shed a tear for him, I'll tell you that.
Tried prying a name out of one of the soldiers, even gave him my name first. He told me to fuck off. So much for telling them apart, nicknames will have to do I suppose because our number and letter designations don't really stick to my mind. Unfortunately I'm going to have to think of a whole lot of variations on "asshole". Matthew aside, nobody here is the kind of person I'd ever want to socialize with back at home. Desperate times though.