text: "Hello, my name is Caydee and I am sick." The words roll off of my tongue, echoing around the still room. "Hello Caydee." What a perfect welcoming at life after death. Yes it is an actual title. Can you believe it? But I like to refer to it as coping with deaths anonymous, because that is all we are doing. Finding a legal and appropriate way to emotionally handle the ending of our lives. Confusing huh? I'll start from the beginning. 10 years ago, there was a deadly virus that killed approximately 15,000 Americans and foreigners. A facility known as "The Pradesrix" began a study on what was thought to be a breakthrough in science. A new world order into health. The Scientists were working a serum that was supposed to cure every disease that ever surfaced. The experiments started off small, using test subjects such as rats, mice, small vernon and the works. After months of injecting viruses, The Pradesrix wanted to start the work on humans. Of course the government did not allow such things unless there was proof of success. The corporation decided that it would be best to use anonymous subjects. Also known as the homeless and the ones beyond saving. Results went well, the paperwork and documented results were sent to the government. Once approved, an advertisement was posted in the papers. The paper said, "New jobs! Ages 18+ . Must be healthy and in good shape. $15 a day per test. Seeking help now!" With an advertisement like that, paying as much as fifteen dollars a day, there was no questioning the amount of citizens that signed up for it. Everything was going well, so we thought. October 18, 2006. A day that marked history, forever. No one really knows what happened that day. Some say that a test subject got loose, others say that the scientists damaged the genome with the DNA of an animal. There was no recorded proof, according to the cops. Anyway, I remember that day like it was yesterday. A fire erupted from the first floor of the laboratory, spreading quickly, escalating to several floors of the building. It was all over the news. Anyone could hear the screams of the people inside the building. Some jumped to their deaths and others were burned alive. Blood curdling, agonizing sounds filled the air. It was absolutely terrifying. Not long after, the fire department and reporters showed up, bringing the events to live TV. After 6 long hours, the fire died down. But there was a strange hue in the air. There were no survivors reported. An hour passed. Firefighters and news crews stood idly, taking in the scene when suddenly, a shadow moved in the background. Quick paced footsteps echoed off the charred cement and shattered glass spread all over the floor. "Quick, get a close up,” the crewmember shouted. The news crews ran up to the scene. The crewmember shouts, "I don't see anything. Just wait! Jill come on let's go." Another shadow passed, louder crunching sounds. The cameras turned, focusing on something sitting in a corner. How can this be? There were no survivors. It sat there, hunched in the corner with its back faced to the camera. Shaking. There was black gunk and blood spilling beneath this thing. It had something in its hand. Low growls filled the silence. Was it...eating? The news reporter reached her hand out slowly, touching its back. It was cold, almost frozen. "What the hell?" the reporter said. Suddenly, the thing turned on her. Leaping and pushing her back against the wall. Pacing, it climbed on top of her, staring at her. It had a veiny pale face, eyes dark black, soulless. Arms stretched from its sockets and feet extended. "Sir, sir are you alright? I can get you help. Can you hear me? I'll just go and ca-" The reporter was cut off, as the creature atop her took a deep, bite from her neck. Pulling back, it began to chew on the flesh that was hers. Her face lay agape, unable to scream. Blood began to see from the gash that was her neck. Two more figures appeared from the darkness. Charging. "Oh God, what have we done!" the cameraman shouted in terror. Darkness filled the screen...