It Ends

Dear readers,

This is the last you'll hear from me. I'm not sure if any of you are still alive, or if you've all fallen prey to the horrific virus sweeping the world. Despite having my windows totally boarded up, I can hear the terrible cries of the infected, wailing in pain and desperation, echoing up and down Eliot House, mixed with the sounds of pigs squealing.

That's right - the world has been taken over by pigs. Maybe the swine flu was the first step in their quest for world domination, or maybe it started much earlier. Either way, here in Cambridge, they've already won. Maybe where you are is still safe, I don't know. But know this; the pigs are coming for you.

As for me, I'm going to hold out here as long as I can. I've run out of food and I'm already low on water, so I need to save all the strength I have for fighting the swine flu. There's just no time to blog anymore. There's just no time.

I wish you all, dear readers, the best of luck. Live free, live human!

- Sam