A LONE MAN
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May 11, 1998
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Something is happening, but no one knows what. Everyone seems to be sapped of all energy. My studies of the newest B.O.W, the chimeras, has been put on hold, all of my collogues seem to be coming down with a summer cold or some other kind of bug. It should be over in a few days…
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May 11, 1998 (night)
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Something has happened in the Residence. Someone, I guess, went crazy and shattered the glass of the aquarium, releasing the specimens we call Neptune. It's such a ness. Thankfully Lord Ozwell Spencer has taken almost every precaution to keep us, the scientists, safe. As one of the precautions Spencer had a drainage system developed, just in case the aquarium was to break. Speaking of Spencer I wonder where he is right now.
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May 12, 1998
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Alone, that is what I am. My fears and monsters reside within me. I fear, not for myself, or what will happen to me, yet I do fear for humanity. Slowly but surly I am changing a little everyday. I fear what will become of us, and what that may bring.
This 'accident' was never supposed to occur. No one could have foreseen the fate of us or of the Spencer Mansion. One of my friends once said, "Do unto others what you would like to happen to you." Now it seems as though it is truly happening!
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May 14, 1998
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I know some of the dogs that were exposed to the virus escaped, even though the grounds keeper said none have. Many of the others including myself have put on special bio-suits; this idea came from none other than Spencer himself. No one has seen him in the mansion for days now.
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May 15, 1998
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The guards at the exit did serve a purpose, but their purpose only went so far. A man I once worked with was shot trying to escape. The corpse was presumably disposed of. One of the guards while recovering the corpse was lost and never found. No report was filed, what would be the point?
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May 19, 1998
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Everyone has taken off the Bio-suits; we know they are now doing no good.
I seem to be mutating much slower than any of the others. No one wants to be turn into a 'freak,' therefore some official (most likely Spencer) has placed guards at the exits to the mansion. The fool doesn't realize that by having guards positioned near the exit the chances of outside contamination is much greater.
I wonder if because I am changing slower than the others that, perhaps, a partial cure may exist within my body.
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May 21, 1998
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I'm having trouble finding a cure, I have been baffled by many things. For instance, I am changing but slower than the others. So why am I changing at all? The laws of genetics are much like a computer. I am speaking of binary of course, ones and zeros, either it is a on and on, or it is a zero and off. I may not have a cure, it could just be my mind settling in for the dormant stage of the change.
I must be close to a cure, I HAVE to be close!
Oh god, why did you have me do this, this work? I wish not to do it now. I wish to go home to Ada, my fiancé. Ada I am sorry, for I fear that I may never see you again, I am so very sorry. I wish I never came with the Boston team.
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May 22, 1998
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I am so very hungry for meat raw meat! How I want to sink my teeth into the plump pink flesh of my friends, friends of another life. Another life…NO! I must not eat; I MUST keep my sanity, for as long as I can.
I need a way to eat what I crave while staying sane. How to do this I must ponder. Perhaps the raw meat they keep in the fridge, perhaps they have some other things too…
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May 23, 1998
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I have given up hope on a cure. All I can do is hope the mutation doesn't hurt. I would prefer to have it fast and painless. The change seems to be accelerating now, the virus must be taking hold.
Today I talked to one of my friends, the gamekeeper, and he continuously banged his head against the wall, and chased me to my room on the first floor. I locked him in the closet, hopefully he won't get out. He was my last friend in this forsaken place.
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May 30, 1998
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I am now not seeing the change so much as feeling it. It is hard to describe. It is like your whole body is numb while feeling pins stabbing through your body, much like when your arm or leg falls asleep.
I went to the radiology lab where I looked at my sketal structure, and the results were quite startling. My spine had completely disappeared, part of my skull was gone, to me it seems like the bone in your body is actually broken down by the T-virus. This would explain why we as zombies move so slow. Yet it doesn't explain the others then…
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May 31, 1998
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I'm not exactly sure what to do now. I no longer crave human flesh nor food at all. I fear I have finished my transformation. Now that I can control myself again I may as well try to learn what happened to this facility, and why.
As I assumed when I decided to go outside on this eve I found there were many freakish creatures with long tongues and also some of the dogs the gamekeeper let escape. I wonder if the beasts will see me as their own and not attack me. For fear of being attacked I did not dare venture outside into the forest.
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June 8, 1998
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I have written a note to Ada, I want her to go public with the T-virus and its direct correlation with the outbreak that has occurred.
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June 12, 1998
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I feel I must comment that being a zombie has its perks and sadly its downfalls as well. Strength, no pain, and no sleep are all the good things. There's plenty of time to sleep when your dead as I always say. But the downfalls exceed the benefits though. For example my intelligence has taken a hit. I also seem to have a very short intention span and cannot concentrate on any one thing for more than one minute.
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June 15, 1998
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There is an increasing number of ravenous dogs that were codenamed Cerberus. These "dogs" are built for the solely for the purpose of torturing the spies from other companies such as HCF. I have also noticed that some of my own B.O.W.s are becoming more aggressive and more numerous. I cannot understand why, or even begin to conceive that they are gaining in numbers.
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June 22, 1998 (noon)
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It was still dark outside, when I saw a man sneaking around the mansion. He looked extremely familiar. All I can remember is that his last name was Weller and he had a white boy name like David or Daniel. Anyways he was walking outside the mansion and Cerberus snuck up and attacked him from behind. I managed to get outside and pick up a large rock, and threw it at the dog, most likely breaking what was left of its ribcage.
After I threw the rock Mr. Weller stared at me for a moment, and out of fear tried to struggle to his feet while blood oozed down his leg. He struggled to walk, and then passed out.
I carried Mr. Weller out of the forest and into Raccoon City, I dare say I was quite petrified to of being attacked by both man and beast. I set Mr. Weller next to the entrance to a liquor store. I broke in and stole the first bottle of Alcohol on the shelf. I returned to the mauled man and poured the Alcohol down the back of his left thigh. I saw his muscle contract as the Alcohol cleared away the blood. I then tore part of my shirt off to make a tourniquet. As soon as he started to come to I left to go back to the mansion.
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June 27, 1998
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The zombies are still increasing in numbers, and I have figured out why. Hikers are more common this time of year, and, consequently more people are changing due to the widespread outbreak, I wonder how far it has spread. I myself saw a mangled corpse in a stream near the mansion. The body was still being consumed by one of the zombies.
Yawn was a bio-engineered snake with poisonous fangs broke out of his containment cell and escaped to the attic of the mansion. I see no purpose in trying to contain him. I remember when he was only six feet long, oh how he like to hunt the mice!
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July 9, 1998
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A crimson head is the second phase of the transformation. A crimson head has an increased appetite, speed, and most of all strength. For the last day and a half, I have been attempting to lure the head crimson head into the facility's graveyard and down the steps. All attempts have failed, I must find bait.
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July 10, 1998
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I scoured the forest looking for the remains of some of the hikers. I found none, but I did find a live human. he was a little boy, and I slit his wrists and put him in a coffin along with the Spencer Mansion emblem, which is used to get to the residence. With this boy's blood I made a trail for the beast to follow. I trapped the Crimson head in the room with an iron gate. I kicked the brute into the coffin and quickly nailed it shut. For good measure I rigged the iron gate to fall if the coffin fell or lost weight. If it was ever needed I made a way to get the coffin down.
I created four masks. A mask with no eyes, a mask with no nose, a mask without a mouth, and the fourth mask without eyes, nose and a mouth. When all masks are placed in the certain alignment the coffin will fall along with the gate. Thankfully Spencer was somewhat of the occult, and had this built before as a way to enjoy the HCF spy's torture.
And to make certain no one would open it I took the arrow head made out of a cheap stone and welted it to a gold rod making it look as if it was an arrow. I of course still have a master key to get around and still have one of the other emblems so I can get to the residence if I ever need to, should the need ever arise.
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July 14, 1998
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Today I sent a fax to Umbrella SRD (special research department) outlining that something has gone horribly wrong. The scientists and other B.O.W.s are out of control, homicidal, and also very hungry. I told them by the time they read this that I would be dead, I said this so they would blow the place up or what ever without considering me.
I hope Umbrella is quick to react to this pressing situation, for if they don't put an end to this madness soon, I fear Raccoon City may become infected and then the state, and country. At that point all would be lost. I can't believe I forgot about the SRD!
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July 21, 1998
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The sounds of the forest have faded into nothingness. No longer can you hear the sounds of the owls; no longer can you hear the sound of the crickets. You can only sense the presence of the others now; they have now found a way to become silent. Their intelligence is growing somehow. We thought that they were changed into beings incapable of intellectual and articulate brain patterns. Yet, they have grown smarter. I hypothesize that the brain is dormant in the B.O.W. from the point of when the T-virus is injected, I further hypothesize that once the B.O.W. has reached a 'maturity date' they are zombies (second being crimson head). I also believe that there may be a third maturity date a date that gives the zombies pathological thought. I must study these B.O.W.s further, to understand them and their behavior.
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July 23, 1998 (night)
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I have lit every candle in the mansion so it does not seem so gloomy. I put the lighter in the study on the top floor. I feel that the location I put things may help me in the future, some how...
I just heard a small thud, must be one of the stupid zombies running into a wall again. I think perhaps I turned into a zombie and immediately after changing I went to the third phase, skipping the second phase. It doesn't really matter any longer.
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July 24, 1998 (Dawn)
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Now surely that loud explosion or bang was not a zombie. Perhaps the T-Virus spread to the Marcus Mansion and someone activated the Self Destruct. Perhaps it was Umbrella. That would be capital!
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July 24, 1998 (night)
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I saw a man walking around in the middle of the day and when he was attacked I figured he may suffer the same fate as Mr. Weller, but to my surprise he could handle himself! He pulled out a pistol and a knife and started shooting and hacking his way through the hoards of Cerberuses and Zombies. I didn't want to go down for if I did he would surely have killed me, as if I was just another zombie.
I have also heard the beating of a helicopter's rotary blades, and the yells and screams of people down in the forest and my conclusions was that Umbrella had sent some men to find out what happened and blown the mansion to kingdom come.
After much gunfire and yelling in the forest, the men and women came to the mansion. To my surprise it was S.T.A.R.S. and one of my fellow colleagues was with them. Albert Wesker, I never have trusted that man. He has an odd gleam in his eyes.
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July 25, 1998 (early morning)
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Writing this now seems pointless. I have decided to do something that will most likely destroy me. I now know what I did and my fellow colleagues have done was wrong, I wish I could rewind everything and make everything be as it once was 10 years ago. Since I cannot do this I have decided to do something before it is to late. So I have decided instead to do something that could stop the T-Virus once an for all, before it can achieve it's death grip on humanity. I figure I am writing this so I will go through with it.
Ada, I will always remember you. God forgive me!
John goes to the power room and sets the timer for five minutes. He hopes five minutes is enough time for S.T.A.R.S to clear the blast area before the mansion complex explodes