Resident Evil: The Lost Diary
An excerpt from the diary of Rebecca Chambers while stowed away in a storage room inside of Sir Spencer's mansion.
July 22, 1998 10:42 P.M. This place is so large and scary. I've been stuck in here for close to three hours, and still not a BRAVO team member in sight. I'll keep checking for survivors in the nearby rooms. I think I'll try the double doors down the hall.
July 22, 1998 11:17 P.M. Damnit! I tried those double doors only to find Kenneth Sullivan, our pilot, brutally murdered. Apparently, his throat was torn out. I need to find out who or what did this to him. It might be close by. There was, perhaps, one good thing about stumbling across Kenneth's carcass. He was carrying something... a videotape.
July 22, 1998 11:38 P.M. I returned to the storage room about twenty minutes ago. I found a document I did not see earlier. I shall study it and record what I find.
July 23, 1998 12:22 A.M. Somebody set us up! This whole thing was not accidental - it was made to happen like this. The documents I found contained chemical performance and mandatory procedures for the composition and disposal of virological weaponry. Virology. Whoever kept this mansion up and running was making a virus! The documents mentioned something of Project Tyrant. "Dispose of Tyrant." I am not yet sure what this "Tyrant" is. I shall continue to search for more beneficial documents. I might just make it out of here alive!
July 23, 1998 12:45 A.M. Bingo! Whilst searching through the shelves I found a vial labeled "T-Virus Sample B869." Who were these sick assholes? I regret leaving the room. Now, I might be infected. Shit... somebody screwed us over.
July 23, 1998 2:37 A.M. I'm so tired and hungry. I can barely keep my eyes open. However, I fear that if I go to sleep I may never wake up. I must find something to occupy myself with.
July 23, 1998 2:54 A.M. I pocketed the T-Virus sample I found earlier and a small hunting knife I found on a shelf. It might not be a good idea to leave the room with it, but I can't sit here and mope around. I need to start working on my escape plan. Of course, that's if I escape. And if I do then I'd best warn people about this place. How long has this research been going on? Whose involved? Whose fucking us over? Whose keeping this thing contained? The recent attacks on Raccoon City are definitely from those infected with the T-Virus. The victims of the virus must have found a way to escape.
July 23, 1998 3:24 A.M. I was making my way down the hall, glad to be free of the storage room, when I encountered one of the virus' victims. It was foaming from the mouth, it's eyes staring blindly out into space. Its arms moved in circular motions and it dragged its left leg along the ground. It's nose and mouth twitched and quivered as it slowly shuffled towards me. A large gash in it's head leaked fluidly down onto its shirt collar. The smell was so repulsive that I was forced to cover my mouth and nose. I panicked as it moved closer, arms whirling madly, eyes staring into a deep nothing. Then, I remembered the hunting knife I had found in the storage room. I quickly withdrew it from my pocket and removed it from the velcro strap that sheathed it. Slashing blindly at the creature's head, I proceeded to go on the offensive. Showing a poor display of my skills with a blade - I had gone through basic training, but my skills were nothing compared to that of a seasoned S.T.A.R.S. or BRAVO team member. I continued my slashing frenzy, but the blade proved ineffective towards the creature. Apparently, the virus made its victims immune to steel, or idiots like myself. I sheathed the hunting knife and retreated back to the storage room.
July 23, 1998 3:31 A.M. I am back in the storage room - safe. The creature is outside, continuously pounding upon the door, moaning to be let in. I have searched the room for something as to which I can protect myself with, but my search has proved useless. This was obviously not a weapons storage room. I am considering opening the door and making a mad dash past the creature and down the hallway. I have other options, though. I could always try the hunting knife... again.
July 23, 1998 4:12 A.M. Yes! I was able to disorientate the creature with the hunting knife and run past it, down the hall toward a large oakwood door. I counted my blessings and when I turned the knob it was, thankfully, unlocked! I thanked God as I stepped through the door, only to be introduced to a strong smell of decay. I was in a kitchen. The shelves along the wall were stocked with ingredients I had never heard of. One label read "Lithium-Ion." Wasn't that the key chemical in rechargeable batteries? And then I saw it. Not out of my reach, but on the shelf above - a stungun. I stood on the balls of my feet and reached up, grabbing it excitedly. However, the color in my face flushed when I realized that it required a battery pack to be operated. Could there be one somewhere close by? Wait, Lithium-Ion! The label! I quickly grabbed the container and twisted the lid off. Inside was a small red battery pack. I reached into the container and picked it up - inserting it into the back of the stungun. I pulled the small, rubber button and watched the metal brackets at the end of the object light up and spark. I smiled happily and dropped it into my pocket. So far, coming into this room had become invaluable.
An excerpt from the diary of Rebecca Chambers while stowed away in a storage room inside of Sir Spencer's mansion.
July 22, 1998 10:42 P.M. This place is so large and scary. I've been stuck in here for close to three hours, and still not a BRAVO team member in sight. I'll keep checking for survivors in the nearby rooms. I think I'll try the double doors down the hall.
July 22, 1998 11:17 P.M. Damnit! I tried those double doors only to find Kenneth Sullivan, our pilot, brutally murdered. Apparently, his throat was torn out. I need to find out who or what did this to him. It might be close by. There was, perhaps, one good thing about stumbling across Kenneth's carcass. He was carrying something... a videotape.
July 22, 1998 11:38 P.M. I returned to the storage room about twenty minutes ago. I found a document I did not see earlier. I shall study it and record what I find.
July 23, 1998 12:22 A.M. Somebody set us up! This whole thing was not accidental - it was made to happen like this. The documents I found contained chemical performance and mandatory procedures for the composition and disposal of virological weaponry. Virology. Whoever kept this mansion up and running was making a virus! The documents mentioned something of Project Tyrant. "Dispose of Tyrant." I am not yet sure what this "Tyrant" is. I shall continue to search for more beneficial documents. I might just make it out of here alive!
July 23, 1998 12:45 A.M. Bingo! Whilst searching through the shelves I found a vial labeled "T-Virus Sample B869." Who were these sick assholes? I regret leaving the room. Now, I might be infected. Shit... somebody screwed us over.
July 23, 1998 2:37 A.M. I'm so tired and hungry. I can barely keep my eyes open. However, I fear that if I go to sleep I may never wake up. I must find something to occupy myself with.
July 23, 1998 2:54 A.M. I pocketed the T-Virus sample I found earlier and a small hunting knife I found on a shelf. It might not be a good idea to leave the room with it, but I can't sit here and mope around. I need to start working on my escape plan. Of course, that's if I escape. And if I do then I'd best warn people about this place. How long has this research been going on? Whose involved? Whose fucking us over? Whose keeping this thing contained? The recent attacks on Raccoon City are definitely from those infected with the T-Virus. The victims of the virus must have found a way to escape.
July 23, 1998 3:24 A.M. I was making my way down the hall, glad to be free of the storage room, when I encountered one of the virus' victims. It was foaming from the mouth, it's eyes staring blindly out into space. Its arms moved in circular motions and it dragged its left leg along the ground. It's nose and mouth twitched and quivered as it slowly shuffled towards me. A large gash in it's head leaked fluidly down onto its shirt collar. The smell was so repulsive that I was forced to cover my mouth and nose. I panicked as it moved closer, arms whirling madly, eyes staring into a deep nothing. Then, I remembered the hunting knife I had found in the storage room. I quickly withdrew it from my pocket and removed it from the velcro strap that sheathed it. Slashing blindly at the creature's head, I proceeded to go on the offensive. Showing a poor display of my skills with a blade - I had gone through basic training, but my skills were nothing compared to that of a seasoned S.T.A.R.S. or BRAVO team member. I continued my slashing frenzy, but the blade proved ineffective towards the creature. Apparently, the virus made its victims immune to steel, or idiots like myself. I sheathed the hunting knife and retreated back to the storage room.
July 23, 1998 3:31 A.M. I am back in the storage room - safe. The creature is outside, continuously pounding upon the door, moaning to be let in. I have searched the room for something as to which I can protect myself with, but my search has proved useless. This was obviously not a weapons storage room. I am considering opening the door and making a mad dash past the creature and down the hallway. I have other options, though. I could always try the hunting knife... again.
July 23, 1998 4:12 A.M. Yes! I was able to disorientate the creature with the hunting knife and run past it, down the hall toward a large oakwood door. I counted my blessings and when I turned the knob it was, thankfully, unlocked! I thanked God as I stepped through the door, only to be introduced to a strong smell of decay. I was in a kitchen. The shelves along the wall were stocked with ingredients I had never heard of. One label read "Lithium-Ion." Wasn't that the key chemical in rechargeable batteries? And then I saw it. Not out of my reach, but on the shelf above - a stungun. I stood on the balls of my feet and reached up, grabbing it excitedly. However, the color in my face flushed when I realized that it required a battery pack to be operated. Could there be one somewhere close by? Wait, Lithium-Ion! The label! I quickly grabbed the container and twisted the lid off. Inside was a small red battery pack. I reached into the container and picked it up - inserting it into the back of the stungun. I pulled the small, rubber button and watched the metal brackets at the end of the object light up and spark. I smiled happily and dropped it into my pocket. So far, coming into this room had become invaluable.