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.