Tell the truth.

Well, I told the doctor everything. I told him about seeing Ivan that night. About the crazy growth that Ivan had undergone. About our sex life. About Ivan trying to attack me. I told him everything...

And that's how I ended up quarantined in a lab somewhere in bumfuck Georgia for an entire week. My room is set up like a basic hospital room--a chair in the corner, a fancy hospital bed, a tv, a sink, everything is just as you'd expect--with just a few critical differences: there are bars over the windows and the door is made of steel. And locked.

I told that fucking doctor everything I knew and then he just had me shipped up three states away and gave me no fucking answers at all. For all I know, my mom doesn't even know what happened to me.

And I don't know what happened to Ivan. Whether he escaped... whether he got put down like a rabid dog... whether he's locked up somewhere getting used as a lab rat...

All I know is that I've been in complete isolation for six days. I haven't seen another person's face. I haven't spoken to anyone. They slide a tray through a little slot in my door for my meals. And I'm just crazy lonely and worried.