0 (Zero Day)

Don't ask me what day it really is - I don't know.

There's a calendar here on the wall, but without knowing what day it is today it's useless. Could be current, could be out of date. Who the hell knows?

Hell, I don't even know who I am, really. Can't seem to remember much. Last thing I remember was driving in my brand new Sorento and rushing through the light at 5th and Broad, trying to get through before the light turned red. Pretty sure that I made it. Only thing I know right now is that there's purple fire shooting through my body, and I feel like I'm on fire. Can't seem to move anything apart from this right hand of mine, the one holding the pen. Head burns when I move it.

The room I'm in is mostly dark, and there's a little light coming from underneath the door and from a soft lamp just above my head. No sounds. No birds chirping, no-one else speaking, no noises from trucks or traffic. Dead silence, apart from some shuffling every now and again from just beyond the door. Tried to call out, but my throat is parched. How long have I been lying here?

Lucky that I found this clipboard and pen. Hope my hand stops shaking. There's a needle in it leading off to something. Hurts when I write. Hard to see the clipboard in the dim light without having the shakes too. I think I'm in hospital, so maybe I didn't make that light like I thought I did. Think that needles for an IV.

When did I last eat? I'm absolutely starving.

There's a cord hanging near my head, but I can't reach it. Maybe later, when I've rested.

I hope someone comes soon.