June 9th: Of the original four dozen, over 75% are now deceased. Strangely, no clear patterns have emerged as of yet.

Batch 5 seems to have no common discernible effect on any specific group though the men seem slightly more resilient than the women.

June 18: And only five left now. Two men and three women.

The man in room five is a fascinating case. Physically, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him. No cellular anomalies, nothing.

December 24th: I was in the mess. It was about half past ten when we heard the first explosion.

The ones at the front ran straight into the gas. It was horrible.

It was the man in room five. I couldn’t have known. The chemical supplies, grease solvents, ammonia, fertilizer. He’d been making things with them.

Mustard gas… And napalm.

And in the yard, I saw him. He had the flames behind him. He was naked.

He looked at me…

As if I were an insect. Oh god. As if I were something mounted on a slide.

He looked at me.