D̴̎̒r̸̞͠.̵͛̀ ̵͐̊K̷̍̉

About D̴̎̒r̸̞͠.̵͛̀ ̵͐̊K̷̍̉

It's happened. An explosion rocked the building. It wasn't hard to guess why. Hundreds, thousands, countless people have been surrounding the tower for days, demanding a cure.

They burst in, rushing and destroying everything they saw. They held up every person in their path and demanded they hand over the vaccine. Insanity. Now I understand why common men can't use the shelter.

They've breached another floor... they're climbing up and will likely arrive soon. My colleagues and I are trying to retreat upstairs. I've barred myself up in this room for now. I don't have much hope that I'll survive this. My time is running out regardless. Same for everyone else, I suppose...

I have nightmares every night. Visions of my family... my friends... anybody... I'm losing it...

I need to find something to do. My attempts to contact the shelter have been fruitless. I can't safely reach the library from here either, I might be getting desperate enough to try.