The cloth masks are helping. The safest places right now are higher up. The gas is a lot thinner on the roofs of some of the taller buildings.
I wish I was afraid. Perhaps even apprehensive. After all, if the source of this gas isn't found, we are most likely all going to die. Who will bring us back if even the scientists die?
Death. It seems more an inconvenience than a genuine end. I've been close to death, to the dead, all my life. Closer perhaps than I ever did to anyone living.
I wish I could have an epiphany, perhaps a bolt of lightning that makes me think 'I want to live no matter what' but I don't think that will happen. At least I could feel normal at the very end of things. It would be nice.
But all that's on my mind is him.
What went through your head, I wonder? Those seven and a half minutes. I remember how warm your hands were. They were still warm when I found you. I remember. I remember everything.
Remembering wasn't enough. I still can't understand-
...
Well, I'm sure I will soon enough.