To the reader:
My name is Benjamin Farrow, and I'm about to die. It's fine. I'm working on it.
This is a collection of notes, documents, and journal entries I've recovered from the Madigan Estate. At first, this was a project to set up a museum exhibit about the Madigan family.
I'm starting to understand now what a bad idea that would be. I'm still digging, but now I'm just trying to save myself. I'm trying to protect my family. I'm trying to stop whatever this is from spreading.
The text herein may be dangerous to you. History is not harmless. There are words left unsaid, voices unheard, secrets untold. There is a hunger here, a desperation.
A drowning man will instinctively drag down his rescuer. It is not his fault.
I thought I could find out what happened. I thought I'd be safe.
You opened this door.
Do not blame us for stepping through it.
I need to make a couple of notes. First off, none of this is real. I promise. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I say this to protect you.
If you go ahead and read this anyway, you should be prepared. You may encounter broad themes of pandemic, death, illness, and existential dread. Proceed with caution.