I don't know how long its been since I left my family, but it seems the days turn into weeks that turn into months. I thought I understood the meaning of alone in the labs, but nothing had prepared me for this. I wasn't trained for surviving, I had it made in the labs compared to this... this hell. The doctors always kept journals, I don't know why, for science I guess. I'm not doing this for science, I'm doing this so I won't go crazy out here. I need some outlet since everyone out here is a walking corpse, I have seen few survivors, some refusing to even speak with me as they hide in their shelters. Walls prevent me from trying to convince them I am no threat and that I only seek company, but my pleas have been ignored.
I have managed to find three men who were out savaging for supplies this morning, they were nice to me, which is rare to find these days. They took me in away from the monsters and I made them my older brothers, I know they will shelter and protect me the best they can. Still, I know its not the same, I know it was me who corrupted their minds. I try hard to live this fake life in this hell, but even I have come to realize that no matter how much I force these people, they will never truly care.
I can understand this, I was created from a test tube, I'm not like them and I shall never be like them. I am a monster, like those that prowl the streets. And I am alone.
