[ WP ] You are being taken over by a virus . End with the sentence `` ironic , is n't it ? ''

Everyone always joked with me that working in the CDC would give me some obscure death virus one day... I joked along with them, and it was easy. It was always just a harmless little joke that got tossed around here and there with old friends and acquaintances whenever work was mentioned. Everything was great, for 23 years I worked at the CDC. I loved my job, still do I guess. Working with the unknown killers and breaking through their defenses, finding ways to beat them, that was- is, what I love about my job. I worked my way up to head of the research department, but instead of just managing and directing like most of the department heads did, I stayed hands-on. I would participate in some of the biggest projects that we had, both to further my learning and experience and to help those younger than me with the same passion in their hearts that I had. I was as happy as can be, with a wife and twin boys. My life was bliss, until it happened. There was a problem with one of the new viruses that had been formulated in one of the labs. We were using it to try and further research for a cancer cure. It was acting up, not doing what we had seen it do in the past, so to be safe, we gathered up the samples we had and began to add a mixture of acids to kill the cells. On the last sample, a tiny droplet splashed onto my hand as I poured the acid in. It was a stupid mistake on my part, not wearing gloves to protect myself, and being too hasty with the acid. I ran to a sink, but it was too late. I was infected, and almost immediately my hand started to loose feeling. Thank God it had n't happened earlier, and all of the virus had been destroyed, otherwise it could have been much, much worse. I notified the board of directors of what had happened, and put myself in isolation. Even now, I wait to die, typing away my last message to the world. I've written to my family, my friends and my colleagues. I've made peace, and now I wait for my body to be consumed. Me, the flawless employee of the CDC, who spent years perfecting his craft, killed by a simple mistake while killing what will now kill me. Ironic, is n't it?
