RESIDENT EVIL : REVELATIONS CHAPTER I

SHADOW BY DAWN

Disclaimer : I do not own Resident Evil, the characters(A part of them.) nor the locations in this story. I added some new modifications into my story, including adding new characters in my story as well as new characteristics. Quite frankly, this is a pure fragment of my imagination. Enjoy.

Location : Emery Hospital, Raccoon Forest

Year : 1987

Characters :

Mark Gellar : Male, 27 years old, Emery Hospital nurse, Brown short hair, 5 feet 9 inches, 132 pounds, Has a Caucasian background

Dr. Jacob Brucewood : Male, 46 years old, Emery Hospital neurologist, Black short hair, 6 feet 7 inches, 114 pounds, Has a British background

Albert Johnson (Currently known as Al in Resident Evil Outbreak : File #2) : Male, 45 years old, Emery Hospital janitor, Shaved, black military style hair, 6 feet 3 inches, 112 pounds, Has a Caucasian background

Dorothy Johnson (Currently known as Dorothy in Resident Evil Outbreak : File #2) : Female, 49 years old, Gardener, Black long curly hair, 5 feet 4 inches, 97 pounds, Has a Caucasian background

Dr. Sean Reed : Male, 35 years old, Emery Hospital neurologist, Black short hair, 5 feet 9 inches, 136 pounds, Has a Spanish background

Dr. Susan Lawrence : Female, 32 years old, Emery Hospital forensics official, Blonde long hair, 5 feet 5 inches, 99 pounds, Has a Caucasian background

Kyle Roberts : Male, 53 years old, Emery Hospital administrator, Bald, 6 feet 7 inches, 111 pounds, Has a Jewish background

Dr. John Spencer : Male, 28 years old, Emery Hospital consultant physician, Brown/Black medium hair, 6 feet 9 inches, 127 pounds, Has a Mexican background

Paul Richmond : Male, 60 years old, Occupation unknown, Grey short hair, 6 feet 7 inches, 102 pounds, Has a Caucasian background

Frederic Joseph Richmond : Male, Age unknown, Was a nurse at Emery Hospital, Is also the axe-wielding psychopath in my story, Hair colour unknown, 7 feet 2 inches, 150 pounds, Has a Caucasian Background

Mark Gellar's journal

October 24th, 1987

What a nightmare! I had to replace Dr. Brucewood in observation today. This could not get any worse than this. I do not like being in observation. It is all the same routine. Looking at patients all day long, verifying their health, giving the proper medication, etc. I was a little bit annoyed by this. Argh! I miss my wife and my children. I wish I could see them more. I want to hold them in my arms and never let go. I just wish my schedule would not be so charged.

November 1st , 1987

The strangest thing happened today at the hospital. Some kind of plant started to grow in the storage room. This plant was different than what we usually see in Raccoon City. I called Dr. Reed to observe this strange phenomenon. Even though he was a highly competent neurologist, he had also a degree on nature sciences. He knew things about the vegetal world. He was shocked as well. He did not know the nature of this plant. He told me that the petals were deformed, full of leaking, yellowish liquid. At the center of the plant, a small bulb made its apparition. Dr. Reed decided to call the exterminators and put an end to this oddity. I do not know the motives of his decision. He seemed frightened and stressed in a way. Strange indeed…

November 4th, 1987

Three days later, I am still in observation shift. Dr. Brucewood had a business trip to attend to. It was about the first orders of the newly created pharmaceutical company, Umbrella. It was confidential though. So many secrets these days.

November 6th, 1987

A tragedy occurred for the first time in this hospital. One of the patients in the examination room died today at 2: 35 PM. The cause is unknown for the moment. I am very shocked. Although, one of the nurses who was working with me when it happened told me that when she examined the body, she found a small, decaying scar on the right side of his stomach. I felt a concern.

November 7th, 1987

The doctor who performed the autopsy on the body, Dr. Lawrence, declared the the scar was in fact an infected wound, caused by an unknown virus. She also told me that the wound was caused either by a simple dog bite or some sort of needle put on the side of the stomach. However, it was not an ordinary needle. The sting was very, very deep. It almost reached the lungs. It was a crucial time for all of us. We had to determine whether it was an injury or an operation made by some of the personnel here.

November 8th, 1987

Finally, my observation shift is done. Now, I can finally spend more quality time with my family. Before I went home, I noticed some kind of change in Al's behaviour. He did not seem himself lately. It was probably none of my business.

November 9th, 1987

Dr. Brucewood came back today. He seemed very exhausted. I wanted to know how he felt. He did not say anything. This is not like him at all. Usually, he is very energetic and social with all of the personnel in this establishment. I do not know why he is like this and I do not want to know either.

November 11th , 1987

When I was on my way out of the hospital, I noticed something on the door of the pharmacy. It was some kind of axe-shaped crack. I did not find this funny at all. I called Al this instant. He did not know anything about this. It almost seemed as if he was trying to hide something.

November 13th, 1987

The odd plant from two weeks ago made its apparition once again. Only this time, it covered the entire back gate. The gate was about eight feet tall. The plant covered more than half of it. I was getting tired of this. I went to Mr. Roberts's office and asked him if he knew the origins of this plant. He was the administrator of this hospital. He confessed something. There was a similar case in San Francisco, almost eight years ago. It was an experiment produced by scientists who believed the plant could have human intelligence. The experiment was called "Shadow". The "Shadow" plant could make its way up to about 30 feet in the air. I could not believe my eyes. The only question was : Why is the plant here in Raccoon Forest? I asked him and he did not know. Although, he might think that spores of the plant could have been transported by San Francisco citizens or scientists when they moved in Raccoon City. He does not know how the spores got themselves in the cars though. We had to do something about this before the "Shadow" plant starts growing more and more in the hospital. This was a very crucial time once again. I just wish I did not put myself in this situation.

November 14th, 1987

We found a solution to our plant problem. We decided to produce a virus to annihilate this monstrosity. We made some experiments with the cells of the plant. We injected one virus at a time until there was some reaction. Dr. Brucewood and I were the main creators of this "antidote". There was one virus that was successful enough to destroy the plant's cells. We tested it one of one the plant's vines. The vine started to decay gradually. It was a success. Therefore, we slowly put the antidote in a small bottle and hid it in the drawer of the reception office's desk. The secretary knows about this as well. She will keep this a secret for now. Until then, the plant started to decay and clear out of the back gate. I am so relieved that we do not have to worry about this any longer. However, there is still another problem that I have to solve : Al's mysterious behaviour.

November 16th, 1987

I decided to know what is bothering Al these days. I went to his office and decided to have a conversation with him. I asked him if he feels all right in his place as a janitor of Emery Hospital. He shook his head with a simple "Yes". I asked him if he knew any strange phenomenon occurring in the hospital besides the "Shadow" incident".

He could not hold it in any longer. He almost came down in tears. He told me that his wife, Dorothy, was in a bad condition. She was suffering from a brain tumour. She did not move from their house for a very long time. He was keeping this as a secret to protect this wife. I felt sorry for him. I told him that he could bring her in the hospital and that he would find a way to cure her. He agreed. He was sick of seeing his wife like this. There are just days like this when you think you know what is going on deep inside the person. However, you do not know entirely the story. I felt terrible.

November 17th, 1987

There was another concern that invaded my mind : that axe-shaped crack I found on the door of the pharmacy about two weeks ago. Why would someone do this? Also, did it have a purpose? Another thing I have noticed, the crack in question was very deep. I looked closely and then, I was horrified. I found blood on the crack's sides. What the hell is happening in this hospital?

November 18th, 1987

I decided to talk to one of my closest colleagues in this hospital, Dr. John Spencer. He and I used to play football together at Raccoon City University. I talked to him about the "axe-shaped crack" story. He was sceptic. He did not believe me entirely. I told him I have seen what I have seen. I showed him and then, he saw it with his own eyes. He could not believe it. Therefore, he and I decided to talk to Mr. Roberts about this. I knocked on his door. He did not answer. I opened the door and it was unlocked. He was not there. Although, a note was on his desk, citing that he left the hospital for personal reasons. All right! This is getting more and more bizarre. First off, we find a plant growing in the storage room. Then, I find an axe-shaped crack on the door of the pharmacy. In addition, Al hiding the fact that his wife is suffering from a brain tumour and not doing anything about this. Finally, this… Mr. Roberts leaving the company for unknown reasons. What is going on in this place? I need to get answers and I will get them. For now, I need a break from this hospital. I will try to convince the manager to give me the week off.

November 24th, 1987

While I was in my week off, I thought about a lot of things. I do not know if it simply in my head, I think this hospital has a dark past. I intend to find what is going on in here. Why did Mr. Roberts leave? I know it is for personal reasons. However, what are they? I know also that the door of the pharmacy was not cracked for some reason. I need to find out the truth.

November 25th, 1987

Today, I decided, with John, to go in Mr. Roberts's office. We opened the door and searched the entire office for some answers. John found something interesting. He found an old copy of the Raccoon Times journal. It dated back to February 8th, 1965. We read it and the main headline was about a murder that occurred near the river of our hospital. We were a little bit frightened. The victim was stabbed several times by a sharp weapon. The RPD did not find the weapon in question. Although, the wounds were axe-shaped. What the hell! It is the same shape I found on the door of the pharmacy. Can the murderer still roam the forest after twenty years? No. It is impossible. How can it be? Who is this man? Why would he roam in this hospital? I found something interesting as well in Mr. Roberts's office. A prescription ordered by him. He was suffering from a heart disease, telling from the prescription. The medication was ordered right here in this hospital. I did not know that he was suffering from a heart disease. This is a shame. Maybe he left because of this. Or something else…

November 27th, 1987

John called me at my house this morning. It sounded urgent. So, I went to the hospital as quickly as possible and something terrible happened. The plant made its apparition again. This time, killing someone. Our forensics official, Dr. Lawrence, was found dead this morning in her office. Am I losing it? I thought that the plant was gone for good. I thought that the "antidote" worked. What happened? Apparently, Dr. Reed examined her body and found out that her cerebral functions were extinct due to a gas poisoning. Is it possible that this plant could produce poison gas? How? I will send my condolences to the Lawrence family as soon as possible. Everyone in the hospital panicked. I tried to stay calm and find the most hypothetical reasons about this incident.

November 30th, 1987

Another murder occurred in the hospital today. This time, the "Shadow" plant was not the cause. Dorothy, Al's wife, was killed in her hospital bed this afternoon at 3:24 PM. She was brutally assaulted by an unknown murderer. Dr. Reed made a terrifying declaration. The body was stabbed several times by an axe-wielding weapon. Oh my god…. What if this is the work of the 1965 murderer? Al came into Dorothy's room. He was crying and screaming in pain. I almost came down to tears as well. I tried to remain Al calm. He snapped. He panicked and panicked, again and again. I called the security guards. They took him into room 202 and locked him there until he would calm down. Working in this hospital is getting more and more dangerous, insane as well.

December 2nd, 1987

Almost two days after the death of Dr. Lawrence and Dorothy Johnson, I have had enough. I did not work today. I did not feel like it. I do not care what the manager thinks. I do not want to put one more step in this mortifying, god-forsaken place. I have to alert someone. Someone who can trust me…

December 4th, 1987

Me and John decided to go back at the hospital. When we were about to get in, we heard screams inside. We quickly opened the main doors, rushed in the scene. Another murder occurred. Dr. Reed was found by a nurse this morning. Apparently, the death of Dr. Reed was similar to Dorothy Johnson's death. He was stabbed several times and the wounds were also axe-shaped. We were beginning to be concerned. We had to find out who was behind all this.

December 5th, 1987

John wanted to explore the river near the hospital. I agreed with him. We made our way near the river. Suddenly, we found an abandoned cabin. We slowly made our way, step by step, inside the cabin. It was abandoned all right. It looked like no one entered this cabin for years. We put our flashlights on and looked around to find anything that might be helpful to us. On its walls, there was an immense number of articles from the Raccoon Times. They all had one thing in common. The articles were about the axe-wielding murderer. Some were recent, some dated back in 1965, the same year that the murders began. Also, John found a photo album. It belonged to the Richmond family. Baby pictures, family pictures and even funeral pictures were in this album. There was an inscription at the beginning of this album. It simply said : To my beloved son, Paul Richmond. Is he the owner of this cabin? Why is he so interested in these murders? We did not know if he was still alive. All of a sudden, we heard footsteps. We hid under the dinner table and we made our best to make no noise. An old man showed up in front of the doorstep. He slowly made his way into the cabin. He looked around the cabin for no reason. He made his way out and he vanished in thin air. What was he doing in this cabin? Is it possible he could be Paul Richmond?

December 7th, 1987

The old man made his apparition again. Only this time, he was at the reception office while I was working. I could not believe my eyes. I had to talk to him. I had to get answers. Before he made his way out, I talked to him. I asked his real name and against all odds, I was right. He was indeed Paul Richmond. I asked him if the cabin was his and he nodded. He also told me that the cabin belonged to his father Lloyd Richmond. His father died from a heart attack about 50 years ago. He told me he was about 60 years old. I asked him if he knew anything about the murders that occurred in this hospital. When he answered, I was in a state of illness. He knew who the murderer was. In fact, his murderer was none other than his own flesh and blood. HIS OWN SON! His son used to work at Emery Hospital as a nurse. He was always stressed for no reason. He felt rejected by everyone in the hospital. His name was Frederic Joseph Richmond. One day, he went in the pharmacy to get a blood sample. Suddenly, something collapsed on the floor. It was a virus sample with the name tag : T-Virus. He could not breathe anymore. He tried reaching the door. However, it was too late. He slowly laid down on the floor, losing his consciousness and banging on the wall for help. When the doctors found him, he was dead. Paul learned the horrible news and was in a complete state of shock. He went to the hospital to make sure it was his son lying in the morgue. When the doctor opened the body bag, it was empty. The body was missing. Paul told me that he went back to the cabin, called 9-1-1 to find his son's body. All of a sudden, he heard knocks on the cabin's door. He opened it. His son was in front of him, completely naked. He was in a slow state of decomposition. Paul explained to me that after his son showed up in front of his eyes, he sheltered him and covered this horrifying secret from everyone, including the hospital personnel. He told me that his son lost all intellectual capacities since he was infected with the T-Virus. However, the only thing he could have done is hold a weapon, more precisely an axe. His son would vow revenge to all the hospital personnel, including the patients. He wanted the blood of the patients to relive a new life once again. This is the reason why he killed Dorothy and Dr. Reed, for their blood. I asked where I could find him. He did not want to tell me. He was frightened for his son's safety. He is insane! How can he love a psychopath? Even though if he is his son, he should be stopped no matter what!

December 8th, 1987

I could not stop thinking about Paul's son. I do not understand Paul's motives to keep this a secret. I had to tell someone. I had to tell this to the world.

December 9th, 1987

If you read this part of my journal, this means I am dead. Something terrible happened at the hospital once again. More terrible than the murders that happened in the recent weeks. The "Shadow" plant invaded the entire hospital, crushing wall by wall. Its vines were growing gradually, higher and higher. I could not believe my eyes. Also, everyone were killed or eaten by some sort of green zombies filled with flower vines. I am afraid. I am very afraid. Unfortunately for me, Paul's son made his appearance. He resembled an old-fashioned executioner in the medieval ages. He was wearing a black faceless hood and black tight jeans. He was carrying a huge, fire emergency axe. He stabbed me with it. I cannot hold the wound any longer… I love you, Sarah. Take care of my children for me….

Mark Gellar