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A/N: I thought it would be interesting to write about the thoughts of an Umbrella researcher infected with the T-Virus last few moments of humanity. Enjoy!
This is it. Its all over. That goddamn virus that we were researching has leaked and now we are all fucked.
I look down at my hands which now reek of rotten flesh. I'm beginning to crave the living flesh of other people. Shit, I even tried to bite my best friend and partner.
I sigh, closing my eyes as shame and guilt wash over me. A single tears rolls down my cheek.
What have we done? What have I done? Could we let this happen? How we could be so careless? So many innocent people are going to die now, and its all our fault.
Althought I am not directly responible for the spill, I work for Umbrella, I helped in the research of that god forsaken virus and the B.O.W experiments that are now running loose all over this facility. That makes me just as guilty and now I am suffering the consequences of my actions.
Soon, I will walk amongst the living dead in search of living flesh and fresh blood.
And I want it...
I want it so bad, I can taste it.
I shake my head in a futile attempt to clear my thoughts.
I am terrified of what I have become. The fact that I can no longer deny terrifys me even more.
I can hear the other zombies outside, moaning. Desperate and hungry for a taste of what remains of my living flesh.
I don't know how much time I have left. I only know that it won't be very long before I join Umbrella's undead army as the last of my humanity wastes away, turning me into a mindless, flesh eating cannibal.
That very thought makes the last my live flesh quvier in fear.
I can only pray that someone who is uninfected that may find us, puts us all out of our misery for it is too late for the cure, if there even is one.
If I had only known then what I know now, then believe me, I would have taken no part in Umbrella and its deadly research.The pain from what I fell about what I have helped unleash upon the owrld is slowly eating away at the last of my sanity and has become more than I can bear.
So, I spend the last of my humanity and intellengce writing this final letter in the hopes that someone will find it. What I have done is wrong beyond all comparasion and I am sorry.
This is my lament...
The lament of a zombie.
A/N: Well, thre you have it. Hope it wasn't too crappy. LOL! Well, R/R.
A/N: I thought it would be interesting to write about the thoughts of an Umbrella researcher infected with the T-Virus last few moments of humanity. Enjoy!
This is it. Its all over. That goddamn virus that we were researching has leaked and now we are all fucked.
I look down at my hands which now reek of rotten flesh. I'm beginning to crave the living flesh of other people. Shit, I even tried to bite my best friend and partner.
I sigh, closing my eyes as shame and guilt wash over me. A single tears rolls down my cheek.
What have we done? What have I done? Could we let this happen? How we could be so careless? So many innocent people are going to die now, and its all our fault.
Althought I am not directly responible for the spill, I work for Umbrella, I helped in the research of that god forsaken virus and the B.O.W experiments that are now running loose all over this facility. That makes me just as guilty and now I am suffering the consequences of my actions.
Soon, I will walk amongst the living dead in search of living flesh and fresh blood.
And I want it...
I want it so bad, I can taste it.
I shake my head in a futile attempt to clear my thoughts.
I am terrified of what I have become. The fact that I can no longer deny terrifys me even more.
I can hear the other zombies outside, moaning. Desperate and hungry for a taste of what remains of my living flesh.
I don't know how much time I have left. I only know that it won't be very long before I join Umbrella's undead army as the last of my humanity wastes away, turning me into a mindless, flesh eating cannibal.
That very thought makes the last my live flesh quvier in fear.
I can only pray that someone who is uninfected that may find us, puts us all out of our misery for it is too late for the cure, if there even is one.
If I had only known then what I know now, then believe me, I would have taken no part in Umbrella and its deadly research.The pain from what I fell about what I have helped unleash upon the owrld is slowly eating away at the last of my sanity and has become more than I can bear.
So, I spend the last of my humanity and intellengce writing this final letter in the hopes that someone will find it. What I have done is wrong beyond all comparasion and I am sorry.
This is my lament...
The lament of a zombie.
A/N: Well, thre you have it. Hope it wasn't too crappy. LOL! Well, R/R.