Introduction: it was the year of 1994. There were many scares of a rare and deathly disease. One night a man named Zebedos went to the hospital claiming extreme soreness in his legs. The doctors thought it was nothing, but upon further analysis they found the deathly disease known as B2L1. The medical community was shocked, they immediately sedated him and took him away to solitary confinement, and left him to die. After his death they found a journal in his cell. This is what it read:
~Day 1~
I woke up in this cell, I don’t know where I am. All I know is that I want out.
I walked over to the door; it was locked. It became evident that i was not going anywhere anytime soon. So I decided to check out my surroundings; the small room looked only about 10x10, its cement walls were cracked the ceiling obviously had some water damage, the concrete floor was cold under my feet. There was a small cot up against the coner and a toilet and sink adjacent to that. I noticed small cameras in the corners; I knew my every move was being watched.
Once i realized what was going on I took notice to what i was wearing, I had been stripped of all my clothes and was wearing a bright orange jumpsuit.
I began to smell a very familiar smell, all too familiar. I began thinking to myself I know this smell, that’s the smell of explosives (I am naturally terrified of explosives, since I was a bomb technician in the war. I have seen too many men being blown up). I couldn’t locate the source until i felt my neck. There it was, it was a bomb collar; I tried ripping it off, but all attempts failed.
"Let me out of here!" I screamed over and over, hoping someone would walk by and hear me. "I have a beautiful wife and amazing kids. I am not some criminal, I did nothing wrong." tears began to stream out of my eyes.
Someone obviously heard my plea, for the big steel door swung open, and in walked two big guards in hazmat suits with big guns on their back. Then walked in a slightly smaller, unarmed person, still in a hazmat suit.
The guy said "Shut up you big baby. This is your new home, and we are your new family. You're probably a little confused right about now, so let me explain. You have been found with the deadly disease B2L1; you will not be able to leave this room. And just to be sure you don't, you have been fitted with this self detonating bomb collar; as soon as you take one step out of this room your head will be blown to bits. Are we clear?"
I shook my head yes, for when I tried to talk i couldn't produce any sound i was so terrified, wait, terrified is an understatement. Before they walked out they threw a small bar of what looked to be mush and told me to eat it. It tasted like wet and soggy cardboard.
It became evident that I am not going to be able to leave. I just hope this illness kills me before my mind does. I am going to try to sleep, even though I know I won’t be able to.
