(A/N): Time for a log! Sorry if I've kind of broken the intense atmosphere I've created but I haven't done a log in a very long time and I feel as if I'm neglecting that tradition. I'm actually doing this at school right now so I'm not sure when I'll be able to do an actual story chapter considering my internet is about as fast as a turtle on land. I'll do my best to update for you guys but for now, please enjoy this log!

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil but I am the owner of this story and I'm thankful for all who helped to make Finding The Haven what it is today.

Diary Log #1: Regina Clarke

Diary Entry #17

August 7th 2013

We left for Jamaica a few hours ago. I gotta hand it to that kid Daniel; he knows how to fly a plane very well. Apparently they had been using a British Airways plane for their trips and we were fortunate enough to find it unscathed though we had to fight our way to it due to the zombies and BOWs piling up. We thankfully managed to get through it without anyone getting injured though Takeda's collision with the concrete still hasn't healed completely but he was well enough to be able to use his sword to almost his usual efficiency. I wasn't keen on following everyone to Jamaica but I suppose it was better than sitting in Ventor and waiting for that team to slit our throats in our sleep.

I still miss Nia and Elena...they were my only companions throughout this entire ordeal. I regret many things but being unable to help them escape those things was probably the thing I regret most. I couldn't blame anyone for anything because we all agreed to this despite the warnings from Berkley. I should've stayed in the room...maybe they would've had a better chance but I knew I had to watch out for any employees or guards otherwise the entire group might've met their fate. I knew the risks and I still couldn't believe that I had the nerve to blame the man who was trying to make everything better for the world. I've spent all of my time away from these people since their deaths though Takeda's sister always tried to bring me into the conversations. I had to hand it to her; she had the heart of gold that not really any of them do.

Takeda and I have been talking a little, mostly about Nia and how she fared against the outbreak. Nia of the three of us was the youngest but was for some odd reason she was also the most calm. Even before I met him, he was always mentioned as the one who trained with her in martial arts. He was pretty cold back then but he would always thaw around his family. Maybe that's why he turned into a hard ass killer when he fought the BOW back at the facility. I could've sworn I heard moans from his room but then again...I drank a lot of alcohol that night. He definitely cares about Jessica and I could definitely imagine him risking it all to keep her safe. Sometimes, I couldn't help but admire his kindness and dedication to everyone. I even see him warming up to Berkley who was largely the biggest asshole of them all.

I don't know why I decided to write in this thing...I guess it's because I needed a way to vent and I didn't trust any of them enough to confide in. Hopefully, Jamaica doesn't hold too many surprises for us. Jonah claims it's a nice place and considering that it's an island and also that we all decided to abandon the excessive electronics, we shouldn't have too much trouble staying under the radar from the strike team...at least so we hope. I definitely need to figure out how I can help contribute to the group because I feel as if I've been weighing everyone down. It wasn't like me to be this considerate but I don't think Nia and Elena would've wanted anything less.

Till Next Time

Regina