Resident Evil is the property of Capcom; all characters are used without permission and for entertainment purposes only. Original characters in this work are. . . still not that original, so I don't own them either.
On a stained notebook:
My name is Topher. I'll be nine in two days. I'm very tired of the labarotory assistants because they keep asking if I feel older. They did that last year, too. I never do. I always feel just the same.
Father said yesterday if I was good enough I could sleep over at his house. I like that. It's warmer and there's a little light in the hallway.
But I wasn't good enough.
I think I found what I did bad? How do you spell laborotory? I am very sad but he says I have a whole year and he's sure I'll be better next one.
Typed into a laptop:
My name is Chris. Father said I was good and responsable and he would let me have a laptop for my ninth birthday. He did early. It's my best present ever!! He says I'll never be a scientist, but I'm going to study hard and be one when I grow up and surprise him!!
Topher was bothering the lab assistants about spelling and Father had to say to leave them alone so they could work. He can be such a ninny haha ha.
In a journal:
Why do Mom and Dad keep BUYING me these things? They say language is devalopmently dev. Devalepmentaly? Uh. Look, I don't get them. It's always "now Chris, I got you a book, try not to leave this one outside?" Only reading is hard and I do enugh at school.
I'll write about my birthday later. Bye!!
In a Word document on a PC:
Birthday parties are the stupidest thing ever. There's ice cream in my hair and Nancy kissed me. They all said Now Chris, no hiding in the closet even though she kissed me!!!!
Excerpt from an email to Claire Redfield:
. . . the snake's been quiet. Looking back, it's been a good few years, Claire! Umbrella's gone, and I've been searching for months and never gotten a trace of a new project. I do think about what he's up to sometimes, but we broke the master plan. It's those little projects of his that keep me awake at night. What's he up to? But Rebecca says I'm being an idiot and not to think about it! She's got a point. How bad can it be?
Love, Chris.