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[4/13/2050]

First ever entry, I am making this as to keep check of time, and my sanity. I'm alone here, I haven't seen any humans around since Animalia Apocalypse. Well, at least I called it that. The news called it the "Rhos Virus", their way in making a fancy name for a new strain of the flu that quickly swept the United States. Those with vaccination didn't really gain any immunity, this was an entirely new strain. Those that were lucky, well...it was suspected that there must have been a vaccine variant that held some form of infection resistance. But, it was far too fast for us to get a cure mass produced.

The Rhos Virus was something completely unique, capable of doing things that no normal virus should do in the natural world. It was capable of being transmitted in almost allknown forms of transmission except air, and while the virus in itself wasn't all that lethal, it left the DNA of our cells vulnerable to genetic rewriting. And uh, the thing is, since the virus can also be transmitted through animals, this meant it would leave genetic material of animals to replace segments of our DNA, while using proteins that ensured that the foreign segments were not to be altered once settled in. Some guessed it was a man made bio weapon, those tin foiled hat wearers would shout that in the streets. From there, things really took a turn for the worse. Those that had many house pets...well, I don't want to make myself regurgitate my recent lunch. I'll make this simple and short:

They became abominations.

Those with just one pet at least faced the most minor symptoms, but even then, their humanity was robbed. They held their humanity, but their bodies had changed partially into the animal that infected them. Like some of that furry stuff you find online, though, I doubt that I would want to be like them. I'll leave this here, got to make sure my cat head is in good shape to wear, and then I'll nap for a while before going out for more food.

[4/14/2050]

I kept my cat head clean, and I just ate some canned sausages. In case I forget things in the past, or if someone far into the future finds this notebook when I am gone from this world, I'll make sure to write them here. I already have a to do list notebook.

I'm gonna make a little bio here, since I almost came in contact with a paw walker today. That's what I call them, those that transformed still carry the virus in them, so I oft have to make sure I avoid them. Paw walkers still have their intelligence from being human, but depending on how much animal DNA they absorbed into their bodies, their behavior will differ erratically between each one. That's why I can't trust them, with human intelligence, they make for dangerously smart predators, at least those who are highly aggressive. Those with a pack mentality will become a tribe of dangerous beasts. I am alone, so I stand no chance against them. My only way of survival is to stay as far away from them as I can.

Though to add, the reason why I have a cat head is to fool the paw walkers that have poor eyesight. Turning into certain animals change their senses and perception a bit. Thankfully, my area was mostly populated with dogs and cats, they will have a bit more difficult time distinguishing me from another paw walker. But I have yet to meet a paw walker that is part bird, they have some of the most keen eyes. End log.

[4/15/2050]

After snagging some water bottles from the local abandoned store, I went back to my house. My family used to live here, until one day I never heard from them again. At the time, I was out of state for a college course. When the Animalia Apocalypse happened, it quickly took the entire state of Florida, where I lived. Ever since then, I never saw them. Though, I hope if they are alive, they are looking for me. If not, then I truly am alone. It's a sad feeling, often it really downs my mood since I feel like I got nothing more to hold on to.

But I have to keep going. I must add on further to what I remember. As of today, this is the first anniversary of the Animalia Apocalypse. So...wahoo, I guess. After taking my morning bucket bath, I went off into the streets with my bike, searched for supplies like batteries for my flashlight, and bottled water along with canned food. Of course, all the food in the refrigerated sections are all spoiled...even the cake. I really hate that, of all things I could hate, it is that the Animalia Apocalypse has spoiled possibly all the cakes in the world. So, fuck you Animalia Apocalypse.

Still, my loneliness is really getting to me. I am well aware that humans are a naturally social species. And since I have not seen any other humans, it really depresses my mood. I should at least get a companion, something to keep me company. Maybe...I should get a pet. Yes, that will do, maybe then my loneliness will go away. End log.

[4/16/2050]

I must admit, I am not exactly a pet person. Mainly because I feel like pets are an unnecessary effort to include happiness in one's life. I'm writing this down right now to at least get it off my chest, after all, I got nothing to lose. But right now, I'm going to head to one of the local pet stores. Perhaps I can find a dog.

[4/16/2050]

The pet store smelled rotten. I had to cover my body in the hot day with long sleeves to make sure I didn't get infected. I should have known that some of the animals would have died here from the Animalia Apocalypse. I guess the pet stores were often a source of transformation, so often they had to close down to quarantine the Rhos Virus. Though, I suppose some did not have the time to move the animals out of their holding pens...like this store that I was in earlier. Still, I would like to introduce to you, Cart, my new cat companion.

To be honest, all the dogs were dead, the maggots made me sick. So when I checked into the cat section, most were dead too. Except for Cart, by some miracle he was still mostly healthy. I quickly gave him food and water and sprayed anti flea and tick formulas on him. From there...well, he seemed to be quite a nice fellow. I don't know if this was coincidence or not, but Cart has the same markings as my cat head, which he seemed to find appealing to me. Like my cat head, he had a stripe of white fur contrasting with his black, striking down the middle of his face and encompassing his snout. He had a pink little nose, and his paws were pink too, which had markings similar to wearing white socks on all four legs, with a little white tip on his tail. I think we're gonna be good friends. I quickly got some cat stuff in my backpack for Cart before I went back home. End log.

*on the journal, there appears to be a cat paw print on the very bottom of this log*

[4/17/2050]

Cart has been a good boy as of now. He seems very happy with my house and often I have to play with him. Cart is quite the playful one indeed. It seems he enjoys being in my backpack when I take him for rides on my bike. Still, while I am concerned that it's completely possible that he will infect me, I seem to have ignored that when I am around him. I guess that means I love him, and he seems to love me back to. However, Cart is meowing at me to play again, I should write back once I am finished.

[4/17/2050]

*there are smears of dried brown blood on the pages*

Cart accidentally scratched me while we were playing hand fights. And before I could have jerked away my bleeding palm, he licked it as if to soothe me. I have to admit, Cart being affectionate made me forget that I was being infected by him. Only by that shocking realization did I come to my senses. For now, I will have to postpone my journal logs, I have to self medicate to at least try and stop the infection before it does anything. End log