Journal entry one, Day one, June 29, 2090, I stand by my wife, Natalia, watching our home burn down. I stand there with my wife. We are two of twenty-thousand Komodeans. I look at Natalia and see the pain of the bite serge through her. I know that soon there will be ninteen thousand nine hundred nintey-nine Komodeans left. Soon I will be on my own. Running from the Carcel Mudos alone. Trying to survive longer. I just hope like hell, I'll survive it all.