My skin was still peeling, exposing the raw flesh of my body. The bloodstained walls were from those who had been here before they perished the painful death. Keronosis, was recently discovered in the office building I work in on the Upper East Side of Manhatten. My extremely swollen and blue bursting lips made it hard to communicate with the others who were like me also under quarantine. The room has been litterally destroied, the building was condemed. The military still gaurds it though making sure none of the infected escape until a cure has been found, if a cure has been found. I noticed the man sitting across the room was going into convulsions. Not long now before he dies, i’ve done this before, but it seems to get harder every time. I took the extremely sharpend pen from days of chizeling and stabbed him to death. I then noticed I was starting to spit blood. I was at the end, I didn’t want to go like that. I jumped and began to break the window. I was shot and killed, better death then the virus.