December 6, 2009...I will just use Wu-Corp as my own personal diary. It appears Embryonic Crusadah was right, the swine flu that so many doubted, has been devastating. Dead bodies are piled up all over the place. I can't escape the smell of death. I go from town to town looking for survivors, but I have lost almost all hope. The only thing that keeps me going is Cindy, the cheerleader from high school who told me that she wouldn't fuck me unless i was the last man on earth. if she's dead, well, you can't blame me. a man still has needs. i mean, she wouldn't have been dead for too long. plus she had some big ole titties. i don't think she'd mind if i took a peek now.