Eventually I found my way back to civilization but quickly determined that something horrible had happened to humanity. Information on Pollen was sketchy and vague in those early days, and legitimate news regarding the incident was soon overshadowed by conspiracy and paranoia. I laid low, kept to myself, and told no one about my inadvertent luck in quarantine on the submarine that kept me from being exposed to the slow death of Pollen. Sadly, in all the years since abandoning the submarine, I never heard from, nor saw any of my fellow crew members again; their sea-bloated corpses visit only in flashback and nightmare, tangled in kelp, and pummeled by surf.
I lived out the rest of my life in quiet anonymity and watched sadly as civilization crumbled around me.
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