Nicole

(Entry 1) It's the year 2047. It's been almost a year since the human race has been overcome with this... Disease. Me included. We've learned it's best to stay away from one another, so I'll been keeping these logs to keep myself sane. We still have no idea what caused this, but sometimes we just lose control for a while, and take on a new form. We've labeled these forms as "corruptions." Everyone has a different corruption too, with different traits, and appearances, supposedly based on our personality and physical abilities. Obviously I've never seen it, but apparently, my eye sclera goes dark and my pupils turn into purple X's? My traits are... Ah, nevermind. I need to look for more supplies. Nicole Eloy, out. (End of entry.)