I am Sergey Gagarin. I was a senior engineer at the Kosmicheskaya programma, under direct supervision of the Kremlin. Over my career I have made significant innovations in aeronautics, but they were never recognized by my superiors. My passion for my work dictated my every move and allowed me to work blindly on any task, regardless of how morally acceptable. When the infection was at the early stages, we were commissioned to produce “милосердные бомбы“ (mercy bombs), miniaturized nuclear ICMBs designed to be made cheapy and quickly to eradicate cities too plagued to be rescued. We produced thousands of them and spent hours analyzing key cities to erase, to slow the spread of the virus. However, the real intention was to simply annihilate civilians. A pile of ash cannot spread the disease. All this effort culminated for nothing and the infection changed the world unimaginably. Many people have lost everything, their friends, family and possessions. For me, I only lost my work. My work was my life, I had never made a family or settled down. When the Kremlin was near the brink of collapse, many of my colleagues attempted escape from the Kosmicheskaya facilities, many of them where caught. If there were more of us they would just have killed us for high treason. But as the situation grew dire, the military could not afford the loss of valuable personnel, and simply dragged them back into their laboratory. Many of these laboratories would become their tombs. Eventually the army become overrun by a huge swarm, despite our numerous defensives they could not distract nor disband them. The horde was so massive, it appeared on radar. The military began to quickly evacuate to classified location which supposedly contained an underground bunker. Most of the military left in a complete frenzy. A single helicopter was poised to remain as I tried to gather and secure critical data from my office. The remaining guards cowardly left me to die with the screams of the horde became audible. In a panic I attempted to chase the helicopter on foot, dropping blueprints and folders on the pursuit. Not before long, it became dark and I spent the night sleeping in the woods with the sounds of the destruction of the base echoing through the valley. In order to survive, I had to fight on my own. After nearly a week of waiting, I made the risky decision to return to the base to gather supplies. In my office the body of one of my colleagues was hanging on a noose. In my office, I used battery backup to power my computer terminal to analyze the map for the coordinates of the meetup point. I took some supplies and a gun to begin trek to the coordinates. I am not an experienced woodman, so it was difficult for me to navigate. When I kneed by a river to refill my canteen, I heard a twig snap. The last thing I remember was a sharp pain to the head. When I awoke I found all my possessions missing and my clothes drenched in water, the map which contained the meetup location was ruined. However, I will not give up, I will find the base.