Is it truly possible? Can life be any worse than this? First it was my family, then my friends, then it was anyone and everyone, everywhere. It was my fault. When I was coming back from Mars, I thought my samples were harmless. I got too relaxed, and this disease got out. I wasn't careful enough, and carried this god-forsaken plague back with me. Yet I live. As though by some divine judgement, I am the only one on Earth immune. God damn it all! Why?! Why do I get to live while everyone else dies from my mistake?