For some reason, I can’t see myself being too upset from getting eaten by these two. I shot them anyway. I guess I got too close to take the picture… they turned on me pretty quickly. I know I’m getting too risky with taking pictures, but I think it’s necessary. I got some information from their pockets.
The one on the left’s name was Piotr Belikov. He had a Russian passport but an American driver’s license. It’s a shame he couldn’t amble about with his own people.
The guy on the right’s pocket was much more telling.
His name was Ariel Cohen. He didn’t have a passport or anything but an American ID, but I’m guessing he was Israeli by the name and looks. He had a couple of pens and a condom in his pocket. The saddest, though, was the note I found. It was written in kind of a scrawly way, so I’m guessing it was a girl.
“I couldn’t shoot you, so I shot myself. If you can ever get back to normal, I’m sorry.”
If there ever is a cure, maybe it’s better I shot him. That’s what I have to tell myself.