Day 1: Panic ensued as the city above began to sense the horror beneath. They sealed off the sewers, trapping us below as a plague quickly spread. There is little hope for rescue.
Day 6: Escape routes flooded. The infection dominates, seething hatred in the corrupted ooze. The darkness gives time for much reflection, thus a realization, was my quick life meaningful?
Final Entry: The plague has caught me. I feel the corruption burn through my body. As my life ends, I hope these entries find purpose. A warning to stay away.