Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil by Capcom, nuff' said.

If the title of this fan fiction isn't self explanatory, I'd like to point out that I'm creating my own RE Journals. 1 per chapter from different games in the series

Today's episode...

HAZMAT Officer's Diary (RE1, found in Black Tiger room)

May 8, 1998

I got this diary for my first anniversary of working here at the Spencer complex; I'm the leader of the Complex's HAZMAT unit used for dealing with any laboratory problems, my room is the display room in the back of the east wing of the mansion, my supervisor's told me not to touch the shotgun in the display case, or else!

May 9, 1998

I've noticed that a lot of the guards & scientists look pretty tired, no wonder, there aren't enough beds to go around, tomorrow, I'll see Mr. Spencer about it...

May 10, 1998

I talked to Mr. Spencer about the sleeping needs today in his study, I told him we should build another dormitory or two in the Residence and get some new beds, he told me it was a no-can-do because those penny pinchers back in France don't want to spend another dime other than our current funding on this place, he left the mansion from the heliport out back that afternoon. That evening I was ordered to escort the keeper to the B.O.W. testing area, we exited the front doors of the estate & took the gravel path out front & took a ladder underground to go to the "kennel" as the scientists called it. The keeper fed the new monster a live pig, it was a disgusting sight, the keeper told me later that the monsters reminded him of "flayed gorillas". They looked more like big bugs to me, but they sure acted like gorillas!

May 11, 1998

I was rudely awoken this morning, The security chief ordered that we take to the lab. Some scientist spilled some powder and got it all over himself & panicked. By the time half my unit assembled in the main hall, the renegade scientist came up & we chased him into the dining room & killed him in the net hall, I could've sworn that a fine powder kicked up from his biohazard suit when he hit the ground. It took five minutes for my flamethrower unit to come in & "decontaminate" the body... His sloth may have doomed us all...

May 12, 1998

The mansion has been held under quarantine until further notice. Everyone I've ran into has a biohazard suit. I don't think anyone has put them on in time though.

May 14, 1998

Two HAZMAT units were brought in today, one to enforce a quarantine, & the other to kill any survivors in the lab itself. We watched over security cameras as the guards were mutilated by the monsters that we were feeding the other day, we had to lock down the lab. People in the Residence have shown no sign of infection, the other HAZMAT guys intend to keep it that way by use of lethal force.

May 18, 1998

I escaped the Mansion through the back door last night after I stole one of the flamethrowers. On the way out, I met a guy with slurred speech who seemed to be staring at me blankly. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to kill him. I'm hiding out in the mines. Nobody goes there. I don't think I can take on everything in this hellhole even with the flamethrower & extra canisters. I swear that the spiders are getting bigger down here by the minute. If I want to escape, I'd better do it now. Maybe I'll swim down the underground river where small barges bring in supplies sometimes. If I'm lucky enough, maybe, just maybe, I can make it back into town. All I have to do is get past the room with those big spiders in it, they couldn't have possibly have gotten that much bigger in the time it's taken me to write this entry...

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