Homicidal boyfriend. Badly injured. Possibly infected with something. What else can go wrong? Oh wait this is a resident evil game; we need us some zombies…and other assorted things. Maybe a gun? Maybe a knife? Maybe a partner? Well that will all be coming soon but now I want a staple resident evil object to appear…the document!
"I have to keep going. I need to stop this from eating away at my mind and body. I need the cure…there's only one. Fuck I'm hungry…there's screaming in the streets. Ignore it…I need to get to the lab…oh my head."
Up…Up. Alice urged herself, though her body didn't seem to want to cooperate. Coughing once, Alice shivered as pain ran from her head down her spine. After what seemed like years, Alice managed to move her hand to push herself from the floor, stumbling forward and landing on the bed. Gasping with pleasure at the tiny bit of comfort the soft material allowed her, Alice quickly forgot it when she coughed once more and another wave of pain ran through her. Pushing herself to a standing position, Alice's eyesight wavered for a second, causing her to stagger back into the wall, before she returned herself upright. Alice was hurt, quite badly…not the worst she had ever been in her life, but bad enough to worry her. Slowly walking to the window, Alice was relieved that it was still night and she hadn't lost too much time, but couldn't allow herself to be relieved because something was wrong. The usually picturesque streets of raccoon city were not only empty, but there was a broken window and an overturned car. Earl couldn't have done that, he was just a man…what was going on. There had been strange occurrences for the past few months, and it had increased in the last few days but nothing this severe. Looking above the buildings, Alice could see smoke and fires…so much for picturesque. She'd head to the infirmary, but she needed to help herself first. Walking a wide circle around the bed, slowly Alice made it to the bathroom and almost slipped on the thick, pool of blood Earl had left in here. Grabbing the doorframe to steady herself, Alice blindly felt around for the light switch. Pulling it, Alice almost screamed. Along with the pool of blood on the floor, there was blood filling up two inches of the bathtub, and red stains on the mirror and sink. How had Earl lost this much blood from scratching. How was he still moving? But worse than the blood was the walls, on the walls he had smeared his blood around, writing in the red liquid. Random words like 'cure' and 'umbrella' cropped up a lot, but it was mostly scientific equations and rambling about creatures and viruses. Holding her breath to the stale coppery smell, Alice grabbed a wash cloth that had the least blood on it, as well as a box of aspirin. Stepping backwards, Alice tried to regain her normality.
Dressing in dark jeans, and a red vest Alice didn't look too dressed for the cold Raccoon City weather. But she had been to the hospital with domestic injuries before and knew how intrusive the policing could be, so wearing a vest allowed you to show much injured without taking your top off. Wincing as she pulled her black leather jacket over the top, Alice put on her leather boots and set off, holding the cloth to her still gently bleeding head and thanking God that he hadn't cracked her skull. Stepping into the lounge, it was a mess with the cabinet where Earl kept all his notes on the floor, its contents spilled across the floor, most stained with red splotches and fingerprints. What was he looking for? Alice thought to herself crossing to the cabinet, she cast her eyes over the documents, pausing to pick up a small journal that had pages ripped out.
I've finally been promoted, Umbrella have noticed my achievements and the superiority of my virus to the others. While Mackintosh thinks his is (text obscured with blood)I know that isn't true. I've been given thirteen primates and forty rats to experiment on. By the time in four months I have to be prepared to use human test subjects…I wonder where they get their volunteers.
(The rest of the page has been ripped out, along with various others. Only fragments remain. This is dated two days ago)
They fucking betrayed me. Mackintosh impressed them with his aquatic virus and I've been cut. I now have a bunch of successful animal subjects and no human to test it on! I could have been a billionaire and now I'll be stuck observing Mackintoshes success. No! I'll give myself a small dose of the virus to show them the effects. It has been shown to give (text obscured with blood) strength(text obscured with blood)-eased aggres-(text obscured with blood)-bility. No when I come in and show (text obscured with blood) they'll be fucking sorry.
(Only one page remains, dated yesterday…the writing is like a childs)
My smartness has gone and I cant stop scratching my arm…I should have left the subjects longer. I've seen this again and again, im fucking fucked. But theres the cure, it works in 86% of people and I've got it in my lab. Umbrella is planning something but I will get the last laugh. I need to get to the cure before I react like the rats and the fucking monkeys and (text obscured with blood) I don't know if Alice knows anything but I'm 99% sure it cant be caught fucking. But to be safe I'll take the cure when I go to work on Monday…Alice will be okay…just blood…just blood.
(There is no more, on the back cover a small key is secured with tape)
Alice shoved the key in her pocket, and stood. Her eyes swimming a little with the rapid stretch, but quickly sorting themselves out and remaining steady. She was extremely glad she hadn't had sex with Earl in the last few days and almost thanked the homicidal maniac for not infecting her…until she saw her face in the mirror, her mouth smeared with blood that wasn't hers…shit. And it was then that the windows started to shatter.