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Day 1,298

It had been two years since Lisa died and she still hadn't changed much, at least, not compared to the others. Lisa's the first infected I've seen who still looks pretty much normal, just a little lankier and glassy-eyed. Out of a school of five hundred, barely a handful of you remained alive and untouched by what was now being called "The Long Life".

It was a hybrid strain of vita post mortem and quavis deformatione that left the infected in a similar semi-comatose state to the former while allowing enough internal rot to loosen all musculature to give the limbs almost comedic proportions.

According to the latest newline it originated inside the vats used to prepare food on an industrial scale, usually found in prisons, remote manufacturing sites and schools. Something about the way the inner lining of the containers reacted to certain bacteria found in specific pig breeds mixed with room temperature storage made them the perfect place for the hybrid to develop and spread.

Micro-strains have come about and each with their own unique twist on The Long Life, for example the infected from my region and especially from my school (with our almost-antique kitchen) were known for having no lower face. Everything from the bridge of the nose downward just fell off. It was one of the first signs but nobody seems to have found a reason for it.

One particularly interesting micro-strain I've heard of is found solely in Scotland. Apparently the way The Long Life developed there (something about the high calorie national drink and the colder climate) led to the infected's skin detaching from the body to the extent that it looks like they're all wearing melted Halloween masks.

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