....Openning files....
....Connexion to server....
....Connexion: Successful....
....Welcome: Ryan Rockwell....
....Date: 521 A.S (A year where all went to nightmare)
....System: ....
It seems what Alicia told me finished to be true.
Those who were ill... Died... I fear the worse so I ordered to be ready to set the ship in space. However, it seems it is not enough. Other were infected... What's happening? Is god mad at us?
....Many days later....
*cough* I am... ill too. *cough* I isolated myself to my room. It is... silent. Everyone... died.. I think... Sometimes, I hear foot steps, but I think it is my imagination. Yeah *cough* *cough* I do not know if... I will survive or not... Wait... what date are we?
....Closing files....
....Disconnexion to server....
....Disconnexion: Successful....
