Final Days

<Audio Log Begins>
January 14, 2634
Before I tell you my name, I must state one thing. If you are somehow a survivor reading this, then I'm sorry. The Rising was because of me. If you are that sentiant race, and we weren't wrong, then you should probably know that death is immenent. Whatever you did to us will be unleashed on you, as this page is covered in the gene. But I won't be alive to see this. At least not in the prefered. None of it matters now. All you probably want to know is what purpose this floating hunk of steel could possibly mean. So I'll tell you.
First things first, You need to know who I am. I'm Richard Yain, an officer of the Space Station Raim-Hin. I was stationed on Raim-Hin for a passive security. Just to make sure the crew didn't fight each other. Seeing as the war Earth side was getting worse, this was a blessing. Being drafted to that war was the last thing any sane man wanted. That war was going nowhere fast. Just a meatgrinder for soldiers lives. Well, soon after I was stationed there a chemical from one of our space probes was dicovered by scientists. We had no idea what this chemical was, other than that anything it came in contact with it began eating and replacing with more of it's own clones.
But this probe contained vital information about the current state of Mars's state of activity with it's long thought dormant volcanoes. So a scientist went into the locked chamber with the probe alone to check and extract the data. When he returned he had the data. What he failed to tell us is that a there was a second before he could cover the data module he extraced from the airborn particles. Meaning that whoever touched that module next would instantly be infected, along with the man who extracted it. The scientist who extracted it was sent down Earth side for a leave. Weeks later an infection broke out, turning all infected into those...creatures...who started attacking and infecting anyone who they came into contact with. The infection spread rapidly across the face of the Earth.
I guess the infection spread slower in the Space Station because of the constant cleaning of all surfaces and personell just in case of this. But the infection still spread. The close proximity caused others to be infected before they even knew what happened. The situation deteriorated quickly after that. The survivors of the initial outbreak fought to reclaim a part of the station. We set up camp and tried to hold out. but we were losing hundreds a day. Soon enough it was down to me and 3 others. Over the last hours I've watched them leave our little safe room to try to reach the radio room. As we've slowly run out of food and water it's become our only chance to tell someone of our plight. So that someone can learn of our last stand against these things. I have made this audio log to serve that purpose. I've realized that reaching the radio room is impossible. My only mission now is to leave this room and hope to take as many as possible with me. So I'll end as I began, I'm sorry for bringing these creatures down to our home. To the f***ing aliens or whatever started this, I hope your last moments are spent in pain. End log.
<door opens and slams shut>
<muffled gunfire>
<moans, screams, and then a sick tearing sound>
<silence>
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