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This Involved a “Clinical Trial”

As my mind absorbs the absurdity that one unruly child could stubbornly evoke such madness, I hereby stand fast in the hopes of recovering my original identity. I started this blog out of madness, and (the irony) it appears this will end likewise.

Of all the concerns - trying the serum on real people after it's been through plenty of tests and development - I have unwittingly become an experiment within an experiment! You cannot imagine the deep hurt I have knowing the truth, while not knowing my own outcome. An examination of my previous post would conclude: the virus is not only spreading, but at an alarmingly high rate of speed! Those children were part of yet another failed attempt to extract a specific compound that was responsible for this interesting bioactivity! Not all of their bodies were found on the floor, six of the subjects escaped and they may be out there; trying to find the help that many of us are now seeking. DO NOT LET ANY ONE OF THEM IN!

The skin of the creature, while not made of iron, has already been integrated into modern warfare mechanisms. The transformation process has greatly exceeded the knowledge of those who have the skills using such weaponry. It's only a matter of time to see which power dominates this field. As well as the venom from the so-called parasites, which has also been integrated into the cells of many unwittingly unknown specimens, a third compound exists that only an extremely few know about.

Furthermore, the Expo is scheduled May 7, at Flushing Meadows. I will try to make an appearance; release any knowledge I know, and try to find the help needed to bring this to a realistic conclusion.

But, don't get your hopes up.

-Hal

Fate!

Shooting in the cellar.

Very few were aware of this project.




It has gotten out of hand.

Nothing can stop it now!

Care to join my disease?
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It's not a Lion, but it is going to be Huge!

Watch out!

The Great Evils

I can not return this LapTop to Hal, unless I know for sure
that he is not associated with the enemy!

Pieces of the creature have been distributed worldwide for
scientific experimentation. Military applications have been
set forth to try and duplicate the compounds for use in
battle armor.

Furthermore, many of the smaller creatures have been kept
alive, and their toxins have also been evaluated by Military
scientists as a possible bio-weapon!

Regardless of the information I have discovered, Hal must
have known some of this. Apparently, he's been infected
with the toxin, and claims he left a piece of whatever element
he was working on (maybe an antidote?) back in a hotel room
while stationed in Europe.

There are no clues, and there are no great remedies.

RETURN

Procedure

I enter surgery in three hours. I'm not sure of the details, but my Doctor informs me it's to "repair damaged muscle tissue due to the spread of the infection."

Among the items gathered from my place of residence, I am pleased to have been once again connected to the outside world via my LapTop. Thank you all for your support during this time of malady.

An infection is the detrimental colonization of a host organism by a foreign species. In an infection, the infecting organism seeks to utilize the host's resources to multiply, usually at the expense of the host. The infecting organism, or pathogen, interferes with the normal functioning of the host and can lead to chronic wounds, gangrene, loss of an infected limb, and even death.

Tremors

As planned, I checked in with my Doctor on Tuesday.
He admitted me into St. Vincent's Hospital.
A nurse's aid went to my apartment to gather some items; I am scheduled for surgery this weekend.

I have no feeling in my fingertips and my hair is falling out in clumps.

I have not heard word from my Daughter since her Wedding Day.

I'm not sure if it's just me and my body shakes, but there seems to be seismic activity, and it's not my imagination that the lights flicker during those moments.

The constant moaning and occasional screams, along with an endless barrage of sirens from the outside world prevent me from a proper sleep.

Feeling Blue ...

Sadly ... I have missed my Daughter's Wedding.

I had returned to my apartment in New York for just this occasion. I know things will go well for her, although I had hoped to video-tape the event.

Alas, my prayers will go out to her and her husband in my dreams.

I have canceled my flight back to England.
The infection has been spreading, and I can barely stand on my feet. Take a look in the mirror and I cry, "Lord what you're doing to me?"



There's screaming in the hallways.
Sirens blare in the city streets.
A quiet buzz fills my head.

The crew can continue without me.
I will fax them the sketches.

Doctor's on Tuesday.
I'll see you next Wednesday.