Fragment

         I gotta resume all of this. I got only one minute to write this note, where I'll put all my thoughts on what's happening here. If you read this, be sure to just remind my soul as something who didn't just vanish. I don't want your mercy or your tears. I just want your time to have a look at this not with your eyes, but with your brain.
        My body is slowly dying; just as a virus who is being corrupted by a hungry macrophage. I have no more will to live, as all that I could do to remain in a acceptable state were all in vain.
        Now I'm here, closed, locked, lost. Death now guides my destiny -and that's funny somehow. Just me, who never believed in fate. I don't have to believe in it yet, but I guess Death itself will handle this little bit of life that I still have.

Bathroom

    Coldness could be felt by the tip of any toe in the building. The fingers of the people inside the Protocol Room, the C-02 room, and all the others rooms were singing along in a symphony of the winter. 

     Among the freezing state of the day, along with boredom as usual, something dead stared me. It wasn't something that was strange, it was normal just alike all the others. But that person, who just came to the reception of the building and headed towards me, asked a simple yet empty qustion.

     "Can I use the bathroom?", he said. Calm and nice just as any other folk who came here until today, asking the same sentence. But his eyes were dead. He wasn't looking at me, at my flesh, but his pupils were staring at my soul, as if he was searching for hell itself. 

     "Just go ahead and turn left." I said. He went there, all lost, and fullfilled his mission. 

     He's still wandering around the building, now striking the walls. Strange, yes. But not as dead as his soul.