Journal entry 1

Day: unknown

Year: doesn’t matter at this point

My name is Alex Mercer…

The world is shit…

It has been 153 years since the end of the world. And I have no idea how it happened. I have secluded myself in my lab at Gentek, and I am very bored. Since the day all this virus bullshit happened, I was nothing but confused. Now… I am confused and angry.

No, I’m not angry… frustrated is a better word. I really have no idea how to begin this journal, seeing as I don’t have an audience to give this to. I’m getting off track… this is supposed to be research notes.

Whatever…

Let me just start with a recap…

On the first day, I woke up in the Gentek building’s morgue because I was shot or something… I don’t know I have amnesia. I was dead, but a bio-weapon these mad scientists were studying/ enhancing got stolen by me: their head of research. Long story short… I died, I had no memory, I found a sister, I got shot at, blah blah blah, Elizabeth Greene. She sent me on a 2-week wild goose chase to kill her because she could supposedly control an infected zombie army, with the exception of me.

I found her, and I killed her in Time Square. She did a number on me, and the damage she did was second rate to only a nuke. It was at that moment, where it all went downhill…

The nuke tore me apart at a damn near viral level. I was literally floating along as a formless, near dead, red cluster of virus cells. During that time, the infected feasted on the entire world. Scientists thought Greene was the head, and without her, the infected had no purpose right? Wrong, dead wrong. She was the voice of reason and the infection was crying out to her to let it consume… everything. Her death let the infection loose and unmatched for 150 years.

They killed everything…

By the time I pulled myself together, all I could see was a barren apocalyptic wasteland, void of any life…

And it was my fault.