I've dreamt about doing this for years. An extended hike into the wilderness, just me

and a backpack at one with mother nature. Now feels like the perfect time. I recently

completed my PhD, but a 9-to-5 job and family life never really appealed to me. It's

so liberating leaving civilization behind. Goodbye pollution, goodbye cell phone. I've kept

my solar radio though in case I fancy cement attainment. The first day was an easy trek,

not too far from the city, just into the mountains by the reservoir. It's so peaceful up there,

but I stealth-camped just in case. Made sure I didn't leave anything behind, of course.

Carefully packed my food wrappers and the containers, leave no trace. That's the aim.

Breakfast was probably my last shot-bought meal. I've become an expert at faraging. I'll need to

supplement it with a little wild game, but my crossbow skills are blossoming and population control

isn't always a bad thing. The next couple of days are going to be arduous though, need to get

deep into the mountains as far from people as possible. Then the incubation period will be over.

It'll spread quickly after that. It wasn't difficult for me to modify the virus,

waterborne, airborne internal bleeding. Not pretty, but 100% fatal. Eventually. They'll try to

contain it naturally, attempt quarantine, but we've seen how well that works in practice,

haven't we folks? It'll take a few decades, maybe longer, but it'll be worth it, she promised.

Paradise regained me and Mother Nature truly at one. Solitude.

Less. Just like none of you fuckers ever even existed.

You're sleepless in another dimension. A dimension of horror cursed to be frightened and disturbed.

A journey into a terrifying land whose boundaries are inky darkness.

Your next stop, the no-sleep zone.

Now open the door and brace yourself for the no-sleep podcast.

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