Author's note: Okay, this is just something I wrote in Algebra (who needs
that class anyway ^_~). It's basically the journal of someone in Raccoon
shortly after the zombies have taken over...Enjoy and please R&R!
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I can't believe it. How could all of this happen here? It didn't use to be like this. It used to be so peaceful. How could we let Umbrella do this? How could we not see what they were doing? All the clues are so obvious now that I look back on it...We should have known.
We should have listened to them. We should have trusted Chris and the other S.T.A.R.S. members instead of buying Umbrella's excuses. But why had we ignored them? Was it asking too much to believe them?
Maybe it was. Stories of zombies? Who would believe it? Who could believe it?
Now I just lie here hoping that someone will find this journal and make Umbrella pay. Make them pay for murdering my family with their undead creations.
I won't be around to make sure justice prevails. I can hear the creatures outside my building. They'll get me soon enough. I have nothing to protect myself with. It won't be long now...
I pray whoever finds this knows that I speak the truth! I hope they are wiser than we were. I hope they heed my warning.
I hope Umbrella will die by the same evil they created! They deserve no better. I make justice my final plea. Please put an end to Umbrella's terror. Don't let them make anyone else suffer like we have.
I heard the creatures enter my building. I know they are outside my door. They know I'm here. They know where their next meal will come from. They are moaning for me. That undead ghastly wail of a soulless being.
They will break down my door soon. I beg of you: JUSTICE...
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I can't believe it. How could all of this happen here? It didn't use to be like this. It used to be so peaceful. How could we let Umbrella do this? How could we not see what they were doing? All the clues are so obvious now that I look back on it...We should have known.
We should have listened to them. We should have trusted Chris and the other S.T.A.R.S. members instead of buying Umbrella's excuses. But why had we ignored them? Was it asking too much to believe them?
Maybe it was. Stories of zombies? Who would believe it? Who could believe it?
Now I just lie here hoping that someone will find this journal and make Umbrella pay. Make them pay for murdering my family with their undead creations.
I won't be around to make sure justice prevails. I can hear the creatures outside my building. They'll get me soon enough. I have nothing to protect myself with. It won't be long now...
I pray whoever finds this knows that I speak the truth! I hope they are wiser than we were. I hope they heed my warning.
I hope Umbrella will die by the same evil they created! They deserve no better. I make justice my final plea. Please put an end to Umbrella's terror. Don't let them make anyone else suffer like we have.
I heard the creatures enter my building. I know they are outside my door. They know I'm here. They know where their next meal will come from. They are moaning for me. That undead ghastly wail of a soulless being.
They will break down my door soon. I beg of you: JUSTICE...