Author's note: This is a very short chapter, nothing exciting but it gets better!

Notice: Still don't own Resident Evil.

                                    Chapter 2: Dear journal

A secret Umbrella lab, Monday 18th November, 2002

James Smith sat down on a chair, completely exhausted. He'd been holed down for two days and hadn't got any rest.

James Smith served in the anti-terrorist division of Umbrella's paramilitary force. In his early 20's with short black hair and green eyes. His right cheek has a scar, which leaves a painful reminder on a failed mission where most of his friends were killed.

He checked the ammunition in his MP5K and got out a diary and pen. He began writing…

Dear Journal

Who'd have thought I would end up like this? It's been absolute hell since I got here. Most of my team have been wiped out and that barricade won't hold out much longer. I'm almost out of ammo and Barry, a survivor, went out to get some supplies two hours ago and I haven't seen or heard from him since…. But I don't care anymore. The only thing I care about now is my own survival. I swear to God, if I make it out alive, I going to spend more time with my family and friends. I've just got to live…

He slammed shut the book and discovers that he needs more ammo. He gets out a mini laptop and switches it on. The screen flickers into life and James is greeted with a wire frame map of the base and selects 'search' at the menu. He inputs 'weapons and ammunition' and waits while the computer does a complete search of the base. After a few seconds a message saying 'Found' appears and comes up with a flickering room at point 19.

"Point 19? That's five floors down and the lift are out." Complains James. He sighs and slowly gets up, heading for the exit.