Sept 28.
I never knew how hard it could be to get out of this city. It's like somebody PURPOSELY blocked the exits with wreckd cars and crumbling buildings. Man o man I'm so afraid. I'm just a helicopter pilot for christs sake! I'm no fighting man. But then maybe I shouldnt have joined S.T.A.R.S then. What a mistake. If Frost hadnt helped me with the entrance exam, then I wouldnt be here. I'd probably be in some airline service somewhere. At least that would be better than being here. I can write for very long. IT will find me soon. That Umbrella freak thats been tailing me for two days now. I mean What did I do? I'm just a helicopter pilot. I hate to think about that big ugly freako with his peeling, patched green skin. He has one eyeball stapled up. He has this big black trenchcoat. It's the tentacles that freak me out the most. They look like those tentacles from the Ecchi manga that Chris reads all the time, the ones that poison the women and then rape them. I saw him impale a baker who was trying to escape with me. Just flew right through him. In the chest and out the back. I swear I could hear it laughing over the snapping of the spine. I know that it's just my imagination working my mind out. I didnt even try to save him, just froze, then ran like the coward I am. "Chickenheart" is a fitting nickname for me I guess. I couldnt even protect a baker dammit. I know it's after me though. I can hear it's call of 'STARRRRSSSSSS' still ringing through my head. It eats away at what little sanity I have left. I need that sanity to get out of this shithole town. I'm all alone and hating it. God, I hope that thing hasnt found Jill. I hate to think about what it would do to her. It would probably tear her apart if it had one good chance. But shes a tough girl. She's so smart, she could probably take him if the situation was right. I can hear the creatures call. This time it's real. I need to go, to get out of here now. I hope that this will serve as a testament against Umbrella should I........not make it.............
-Brad Vickars
I never knew how hard it could be to get out of this city. It's like somebody PURPOSELY blocked the exits with wreckd cars and crumbling buildings. Man o man I'm so afraid. I'm just a helicopter pilot for christs sake! I'm no fighting man. But then maybe I shouldnt have joined S.T.A.R.S then. What a mistake. If Frost hadnt helped me with the entrance exam, then I wouldnt be here. I'd probably be in some airline service somewhere. At least that would be better than being here. I can write for very long. IT will find me soon. That Umbrella freak thats been tailing me for two days now. I mean What did I do? I'm just a helicopter pilot. I hate to think about that big ugly freako with his peeling, patched green skin. He has one eyeball stapled up. He has this big black trenchcoat. It's the tentacles that freak me out the most. They look like those tentacles from the Ecchi manga that Chris reads all the time, the ones that poison the women and then rape them. I saw him impale a baker who was trying to escape with me. Just flew right through him. In the chest and out the back. I swear I could hear it laughing over the snapping of the spine. I know that it's just my imagination working my mind out. I didnt even try to save him, just froze, then ran like the coward I am. "Chickenheart" is a fitting nickname for me I guess. I couldnt even protect a baker dammit. I know it's after me though. I can hear it's call of 'STARRRRSSSSSS' still ringing through my head. It eats away at what little sanity I have left. I need that sanity to get out of this shithole town. I'm all alone and hating it. God, I hope that thing hasnt found Jill. I hate to think about what it would do to her. It would probably tear her apart if it had one good chance. But shes a tough girl. She's so smart, she could probably take him if the situation was right. I can hear the creatures call. This time it's real. I need to go, to get out of here now. I hope that this will serve as a testament against Umbrella should I........not make it.............
-Brad Vickars