July 23, 1998 5:45 A.M. I found a document on the uses of medicinal herbs. I searched the entire lounge for an herb of some sort, but my search was unsuccessful. I'd best log this memo.
The document read as follows:
BOTANY
--Uses of Medicinal Herbs--
It is a well-known fact that there exist many plants that are credited with
medicinal healing powers. Since ancient times, mankind has been healing wounds
and diseases using various plants.
In this book, we will sample three herbs that are a native of the Arklay
Mountains and briefly outline each of their medicinal qualities. Each herb has
a distinct color and a distinct medicinal quality.
The green herb recovers physical strength. The blue herb neutralizes natural
toxins. However, the red herb has no real effect by itself. We have found
that mixing green and red herbs results in a magnified effect.
We will outline the effects of red herbs when mixed with other herbs when we
have more data. Meanwhile feel free to experiment on your own, for true
knowledge is best acquired through own experience.
July 23, 1998 6:12 A.M. Chris took MUCH longer than he said he would! Five minutes? My ass! Well, he said he had some "zombie trouble" on his way back. Zombies? So, now the victims of the virus are referred to as zombies? I'm not even sure why Chris left the room in the first place. Could he be the traitor?
July 23, 1998 6:24 A.M. Chris said he had to leave again. He said he needed to search for survivors. I WAS told to find a safe hiding spot, but I've decided to organize my own search. So, what if Chris is only the cutest guy on the S.T.A.R.S.? I'm not going to let him prevent me from helping. No, not this time.
July 23, 1998 6:33 A.M. I feel so stupid. Why didn't I show Chris the document from Umbrella? Now, I might be the only one who knows - me and Enrico Marini. Enrico Marini... could he still be alive? The document from Umbrella had only been faxxed here a few hours ago! Oh, whatever. I need to find Enrico!
July 23, 1998 6:50 A.M. I pressed my face against a window and peered out. I heard it long before I saw it - a waterfall. AND, two shadowy figures disappearing behind it. What the hell?! Could they be from Umbrella? Or, were they members of S.T.A.R.S. or BRAVO team, choosing their next ideal hiding spot?
July 23, 1998 7:17 A.M. There are so little pages in this diary, and so much to describe. I am considering jumping through the window. It can't be more than twelve feet high. And if it is, I can roll when I hit the ground. Or I can die. Either way, I'm going to try it.
July 23, 1998 7:25 A.M. I smashed the window and jumped, my fall cushioned by the grass of the mansion's courtyard. Shit, I'm in the courtyard! There's an iron fence that stretches as far as I can see - preventing me from reaching the waterfall. How could I not have seen the courtyard when peering out the window?! I moved along the length of the fence, feeling it up and down. It was about eight feet in length, and there was no apparent grip for which to hoist myself over. I am going to search the courtyard for anything useful. I looked both ways, wanting to go neither. To my left was a set of stairs leading down - a light being illuminated from the room below. To my right was a rather large and suspicious-looking tree. I went left, and followed the flight of stairs to a room about twenty feet underground. The walls and ground were solid rock, the walls etched with carvings of faces. There was an inscription below one of the carvings.
The inscription read as follows:
The four masks,
a mask that speaks no evil...
a mask that smells no evil...
a mask that sees no evil...
a mask that cannot speak, smell, or see evil...
When all four fall into place,
evil will awaken
July 23, 1998 7:41 A.M. Four evils... sounds delightful! I left the room and proceeded to head up the stairs, toward the large tree I saw earlier. I was never really good at climbing trees, but there were so many limbs that I did not see how I could go wrong. I slipped the first few times, desperately scrabbling for a decent branch. Eventually, I was able to swing myself up and wrap my legs around a branch. I used my arms as a lever, and hoisted my body into place. One good thing about coming up here: The view was nothing short of extraordinary! I gazed at my surroundings, taking in the trees and bushes beyond the mansion. Somewhere out there, I knew, were the beasts that had attacked me and the rest of the BRAVO team whilst we were making repairs to our helicopter. And then, amidst staring at the woods, I noticed something. A gleaming pair of eyes - staring at me. They blinked... and then blinked again. And then they were gone. I gave a small shudder and quickly climbed down the tree.
July 23, 1998 7:46 A.M. I think I hear a noise coming from the "evil" room. I'd better go investigate... maybe the carvings are singing and dancing!
July 23, 1998 8:20 A.M. Shit! Bad, bad idea. There was a creature down there, only this one was... different. It was nearly twice the size of a normal creature, and it had long, vicious-looking claws. It's face can only be described as something out of a nightmare. It's wide, dark nostrils flared madly as it's crimson eyes stared deep into mine. And then it charged at me, grabbing me shoulders and shaking me like a rag doll. We fell to the ground, tussling. I fought to retrieve the stungun from my pocket as the creature tried desperately to bite me. A quick kick to the groin knocked it onto its back - and my hand fumbled through my pockets. I retrieved the weapon just as the creature started to rise. And then, I launched myself at it - tackling it to the ground while shocking the shit out of it. I shoved the stungun down it's throat - watching the sparks light up its eyes. It shrieked in an inhuman tone, and then fell to the ground, spasmed, and died.
Sections of the diary were missing, and the pages that followed were unaccounted for, neglected, and later - lost. A forensic examination showed that the diary did indeed belong to Rebecca Chambers of the BRAVO team. However, the accounts recorded in the diary were proved counterfeit in court under testifying subjects of the Umbrella corporation. There was not a shred of evidence to prove Rebecca's theory of conspiracy and virological testing.
The document read as follows:
BOTANY
--Uses of Medicinal Herbs--
It is a well-known fact that there exist many plants that are credited with
medicinal healing powers. Since ancient times, mankind has been healing wounds
and diseases using various plants.
In this book, we will sample three herbs that are a native of the Arklay
Mountains and briefly outline each of their medicinal qualities. Each herb has
a distinct color and a distinct medicinal quality.
The green herb recovers physical strength. The blue herb neutralizes natural
toxins. However, the red herb has no real effect by itself. We have found
that mixing green and red herbs results in a magnified effect.
We will outline the effects of red herbs when mixed with other herbs when we
have more data. Meanwhile feel free to experiment on your own, for true
knowledge is best acquired through own experience.
July 23, 1998 6:12 A.M. Chris took MUCH longer than he said he would! Five minutes? My ass! Well, he said he had some "zombie trouble" on his way back. Zombies? So, now the victims of the virus are referred to as zombies? I'm not even sure why Chris left the room in the first place. Could he be the traitor?
July 23, 1998 6:24 A.M. Chris said he had to leave again. He said he needed to search for survivors. I WAS told to find a safe hiding spot, but I've decided to organize my own search. So, what if Chris is only the cutest guy on the S.T.A.R.S.? I'm not going to let him prevent me from helping. No, not this time.
July 23, 1998 6:33 A.M. I feel so stupid. Why didn't I show Chris the document from Umbrella? Now, I might be the only one who knows - me and Enrico Marini. Enrico Marini... could he still be alive? The document from Umbrella had only been faxxed here a few hours ago! Oh, whatever. I need to find Enrico!
July 23, 1998 6:50 A.M. I pressed my face against a window and peered out. I heard it long before I saw it - a waterfall. AND, two shadowy figures disappearing behind it. What the hell?! Could they be from Umbrella? Or, were they members of S.T.A.R.S. or BRAVO team, choosing their next ideal hiding spot?
July 23, 1998 7:17 A.M. There are so little pages in this diary, and so much to describe. I am considering jumping through the window. It can't be more than twelve feet high. And if it is, I can roll when I hit the ground. Or I can die. Either way, I'm going to try it.
July 23, 1998 7:25 A.M. I smashed the window and jumped, my fall cushioned by the grass of the mansion's courtyard. Shit, I'm in the courtyard! There's an iron fence that stretches as far as I can see - preventing me from reaching the waterfall. How could I not have seen the courtyard when peering out the window?! I moved along the length of the fence, feeling it up and down. It was about eight feet in length, and there was no apparent grip for which to hoist myself over. I am going to search the courtyard for anything useful. I looked both ways, wanting to go neither. To my left was a set of stairs leading down - a light being illuminated from the room below. To my right was a rather large and suspicious-looking tree. I went left, and followed the flight of stairs to a room about twenty feet underground. The walls and ground were solid rock, the walls etched with carvings of faces. There was an inscription below one of the carvings.
The inscription read as follows:
The four masks,
a mask that speaks no evil...
a mask that smells no evil...
a mask that sees no evil...
a mask that cannot speak, smell, or see evil...
When all four fall into place,
evil will awaken
July 23, 1998 7:41 A.M. Four evils... sounds delightful! I left the room and proceeded to head up the stairs, toward the large tree I saw earlier. I was never really good at climbing trees, but there were so many limbs that I did not see how I could go wrong. I slipped the first few times, desperately scrabbling for a decent branch. Eventually, I was able to swing myself up and wrap my legs around a branch. I used my arms as a lever, and hoisted my body into place. One good thing about coming up here: The view was nothing short of extraordinary! I gazed at my surroundings, taking in the trees and bushes beyond the mansion. Somewhere out there, I knew, were the beasts that had attacked me and the rest of the BRAVO team whilst we were making repairs to our helicopter. And then, amidst staring at the woods, I noticed something. A gleaming pair of eyes - staring at me. They blinked... and then blinked again. And then they were gone. I gave a small shudder and quickly climbed down the tree.
July 23, 1998 7:46 A.M. I think I hear a noise coming from the "evil" room. I'd better go investigate... maybe the carvings are singing and dancing!
July 23, 1998 8:20 A.M. Shit! Bad, bad idea. There was a creature down there, only this one was... different. It was nearly twice the size of a normal creature, and it had long, vicious-looking claws. It's face can only be described as something out of a nightmare. It's wide, dark nostrils flared madly as it's crimson eyes stared deep into mine. And then it charged at me, grabbing me shoulders and shaking me like a rag doll. We fell to the ground, tussling. I fought to retrieve the stungun from my pocket as the creature tried desperately to bite me. A quick kick to the groin knocked it onto its back - and my hand fumbled through my pockets. I retrieved the weapon just as the creature started to rise. And then, I launched myself at it - tackling it to the ground while shocking the shit out of it. I shoved the stungun down it's throat - watching the sparks light up its eyes. It shrieked in an inhuman tone, and then fell to the ground, spasmed, and died.
Sections of the diary were missing, and the pages that followed were unaccounted for, neglected, and later - lost. A forensic examination showed that the diary did indeed belong to Rebecca Chambers of the BRAVO team. However, the accounts recorded in the diary were proved counterfeit in court under testifying subjects of the Umbrella corporation. There was not a shred of evidence to prove Rebecca's theory of conspiracy and virological testing.