I’m living in a plague world and its war; each day another battle. Some are wounded, many get away, others fall. The weapons we have are crude, archaic, others useless, yet that’s all we’ve got for now. My war mask is one defense, keeping a distance from humanity another, but we are an army trying to remain standing together. I feel defenseless at times, overwhelmed, yet my survival instinct is strong, and so I fight on until the weapons of immunity are developed.