Disclaimer: Resident Evil is not mine; it belongs to Capcom and Mr. Shinji Mikami.

I know I haven't continued since forever, so here's the continuation of the RE journal entries. This is one of the more humorous ones I promised.

Mr. T's diary. Part 1

Found in a youth center near the police station in RE3

September 27th 1998

Just my luck, my van's carburetor is busted and I can't find some foo' repair shop. I went into town looking for that Stagla gas station I thought I passed up. This town smells funny, like somethin' burnin'.

I went up to this foo' with a gun and army wear crouched in front of a church or somethin' and was about to ask him where the gas station was when he shot me, good thing I was wearin' my gold or my shirt would need to see a tailor. I was about to throw the sucka's ass to spiceworld when he started ramblin' somethin' about stiff's and I'll blow your brains out.

The foo' was crazier than Murdock so I went to a pay-phone to call the police makin' sure to dial 1-800-COLLECT in the process, but all I got was static. Then that fool was screamin again an' I was about to throw him when I turned around to see some punk kids gang up on him, they all turned to me when I threatened them 'bout respectin' their elders when one of 'em turned around and tried bitin' me. Course, he wasn't nearly as tough as me, Mr. T! I grabbed him and threw him to high heaven. Then I noticed the other 3, they all looked like they were high on smack or speedballs or somethin'. Their clothes and face were drenched in blood and they couldn't do more than moan an' walk at me all hungry-like.

I threw them too and was about to talk to the fool they attacked when I noticed he had blood and bite marks all over him. The guy was dead, so I went into town to phone the police.

On my way in, I heard all this shootin' and screamin' and walked out of a side alley when I saw police cars and cops shooting at an oncoming crowd of protestors. I was about to throw the cops when I noticed that some of the protestors they killed were getting back up. In a few minutes, the protestors actually started eating the police. Then it hit me, those weren't protesters... They were zombies!

September 28th 1998

Fearing for the safety of the childeren's of the town. I sprinted for the local youth center just five after midnight only to find that it was abandoned, it was boarded up big time, but there had to be someone in there since those undead sucka's was bangin' on the windows. I ripped the doors open only to find a 12 year old girl with blond hair, a white shirt, a gold pendant, that would've looked good with my chains, and blue shorts.

She was surprised to see me in all 'dis mess, but she told me her name was Sherry Birkin, and that her Mom called her yesterday mornin' before the zombies made it to their 'hood to go to the police station.

We were interrupted when 3 really messed up dogs broke through the barricades and went after us, I went on the jazz and threw all 3 of them into the Stratosphere, but when I looked around Sherry was gone. I would've looked for her, but zombies were comin' in through the newly opened front door. I let my fists do the talkin' and hoped that Sherry made it to the police station, which was across the street after all. I left the center prayin' for Sherry's safety... And to find a working carburetor.

Then it hit me, there was wrecked cars everywhere, If I popped open one of the engines, I'm bound to find a working carburetor! I started my search in front of the Police station. I checked each crashed car carefully. At about 3 AM, I thought I heard gunshots somewhere. I searched the wrecked cars in the streets all day long throwin' any undead sucka that got too close. After I found a working part in one of the Police cars at the end of the day, I started walking back to the van saw some guy in a black trenchcoat wanderin' in the streets, I didn't get a good look at 'im but he mumbled something like "stars", That foo' HAS to be high on smack or speedballs or somethin'. At a closer look, I noticed he was HUGE! Bigger than even Faceman's ego even. I'd better follow him and see what's going on.

One things for sure... I've seen worse than this town, this place is nothing next to that other place. Something... Hill it was called (see for details)

End of diary one