Journal Entry #1 March 1, 1998
My name is Dr. Nathan Arvent M.D.. I am working here at
U.C.S.F. in the year of 1998. A sudden outbreak of the
plague has caused millions of innocent people to die. My
job, along with many others, is to try and find a way to
fight this epidemic and terminate it.
But before I go any further, let me tell you a little about
myself. I am a man at the age of about 40. I have been
involved in medicine for as long as I can remember. My
father was a doctor and then went on to teach at Stanford
University. I hope to soon follow in my father's foot-steps
and teach with him at Stanford. My dearly beloved mother
was a pediatrician until she caught the dreaded disease:
The Black Death.
The very beginning of this plague was during the 14th
century. From that time we have kept it under control.
Until it mutated.... There is now a new strain of the
yersinia pestis virus. We haven't a clue how this virus
recirculated itself in the modern world. But now its here
and it is killing everyone. There have been reports of this
virus all throughout the world. Asia, Africa, Europe, South
America; the only place where there isn't many signs of it
is in Australia.
This plague has given me many patients in the past few
months since the outbreak started. Most of the ones that I
have examined are incurable and will inevitably die within
a few days. The welfare of the world rests in the hands of
all the doctors who are slaving every day to try to cure
this disease. I hope to God that there is a cure.
Journal Entry #2 March 8, 1998
I have treated many patients since the first sign of this
disease. I have noticed that many of the patients have
similar symptoms: incredibly high fever, illness, vomiting,
muscular pain, mental disorganization, and delirium. The
lymph nodes throughout the body become swollen; especially
those in the groin and thigh area. Then these inflamed
lymph nodes, called buboes, fill with pus. The disease then
spreads throughout your body by way of your circulatory
system and the lymphatic system. After these symptoms, the
patient dies within a few days.
Journal Entry #3 March 11, 1998
I started treating a new patient today. Her name is Sandra.
It looks as though she is experiencing the early stages of
the plague. But she is a very strong woman. I, for the
first time, think that she might survive this catastrophe.
I have given her some antibiotics to try and kill the virus
in its early stages. Sandra is not afraid, which is an
uncommon sign in these times of despair. Hopefully the
antibiotics that I have given her will subdue the virus
long enough to let her immune system fight off the disease
on its own. If the medicine that I have given her works,
then we might be able to stop this thing once and for all.
Then again, if the drugs don't work, then all we can do is
hope and wait for the inevitable to happen.
Journal Entry #4 March 20, 1998
Sandra is doing incredibly well! She actually seems to be
recovering from this disease! I have asked her what she has
been doing to stay healthy from this virus and all she says
is that she has been taking the medication that I gave to
her and apparently it has been working. I can't wait to
tell my colleagues about what has happened to Sandra!
Things are starting to look up for us....except for the
fact that the plague has now killed over half of Northern
America in about one month.
The only hypothesis that I can create from the evidence
shown, is that the plague has now altered to a pneumonic
plague. Which means that it can be contracted from the
cough of someone who is infected. This is the most
contagious form of the disease. There is no telling what
will happen now. People are dying before they can even
reach a doctor. What have the people done to deserve this?
Journal Entry #5 April 3, 1998
Everyone is dead. Even Sandra couldn't survive the
merciless wrath of the Black Plague. I thought she was
recovering, but the virus didn't think so. Even though she
lasted the longest out of all of the patients that I have
treated, she still didn't survive the Black Death. Now I
finally understand how it got its name. It doesn't care who
you are. What race you are. What sex you are. What color
hair you have. All it cares about is killing. My father is
dead as well. He couldn't fight it either. Now I am feeling
what this little thing, no bigger than a head of a pin, can
do to you. My time is short now. Every breath I waste could
be spent on trying to cure this disease. But what's the
use. There is no cure. There won't be one. The Black Death
has come and left nothing. I am slowly fading into
blackness. With one last breath I say good bye to the place
that I once called happiness....