Sometimes, I dream about beeing a lost castaway on an large tropical island. The beaches are covered with driftwood and flotsam, which I use to build shelters and furniture. And not a soul came looking for me. It`s just me and my collection of stuff I find on the island.
Could be some kind of mad cow desease. Also, I agreed with what Fatman said, it might not be airborn since people are writting on the walls suggesting it`s not airborne.