No sleep. Gas masks cut of peripheral vision. Starting to feel claustrophobic. The walls seem to be closing in around me. I will not fail. I must not fail.
If Trent was here, I would kill him again. Shoot him in the chest, wait till he reanimated, then beat him to death with a shovel. All of my work at Camp Theresa, gone. Stupid bastard.
Campion cannot be cured. Impossible. Cannot reverse death. Impossible.
The dead reanimating is impossible as well. Still cannot determine how Campion reanimates dead tissue, even after three years. Start to go insane if I think about it.
No electrical impulses, no brain parasite. A dead body simply wakes back up and starts eating other living human beings. God is laughing at us.
Campion cannot be cured. It can only be destroyed.
Have taken two subjects into isolated area of laboratory. Campion seems to have two variants - "Dead" reanimants, and "live" reanimants.
Live reanimants - subjects who contract the campion virus via fluid transmssion, bite from infected, or air while still alive. Subjects slowly degrade into lower form of awareness. Lose ability to communicate, irrational behavior, seemingly random aggression. Brain hemmoraghing apparent in most subjects.
Simple. Easy to understand. Rational. In layman's terms, an amped-up version of mad cow disease.
Dead reanimants - Fully dead subjects that come into contact with Campion via fluid transmission or air. Reanimate from fully dead state into some kind of lower awareness. Electrical impulses are somehow sent from brain to spinal cord. They have no blood pumping through their veins, they do not breathe, yet somehow they can moan. They can move, yet they decay.
Impossible. Irrational. Defies any and all scientific explanation.
Did we open Pandora's box in the twenty first century? Is this punishment?
Regardless. Cannot reverse death. Must isolate Campion to destroy it. Must find new carrier for anti-campion pathogen. There are more undead than there are bullets.
Campion is too random, too mutagenic. I placed a drop of water on my hand. There is no possible way of predicting where the drop will fall. This is Campion. This is chaos. This is the answer to destroying it.
The subjects in my lab should give me some sort of idea. Now I know how Robert Neville felt.
At least the vampires could talk.