NOTE: I do not own any characters mentioned in this story.
To anyone who finds this...
I may already be dead when you do. Please forgive if your can't read my writting, I'm pretty much dying, my hand is shaky and I have no idea how long I've got left.
As I write this, I'm getting pecked or eaten should I say, by these crows...it hurts, it's hurting bad and I feel really weak...I tried pushing them off but they won't leave, it's like they've got fear, they won't fly away...they won't fly away...they won't fly away!
I can see evil in their eyes...their eyes...these crows are infected with something, I can't explain why...but I can tell you this...you've got to get the hell out of here. There are monsters, some of them are freaks but they were once human, infact they are employees to this mansion, a mansion belonging to Umbrella...they were upto something here and unfortunatly I'll never find this out...several crows are digging their beaks into my stomach and pecking at my chest, ripping flesh off my body and also heading for my ribs, I can feel my blood exiting, my body emptying of my warm fluid...weaker now, so very weak...
To Chris, a small world as this is, if you get this letter...I want you to shoot me, because I've seen dead bodies come back to life...I know this sounds crazy, but I have seen it...it must be infection going about and I believe that each time my black pets peck into me, it's passing on the infection in me...please, Chris, that you swear to God himself, that you'll put a bullet through my head...I'm to weak to hold a gun...I know this may sound hard and maybe harsh...but I don't want to become one of those freaks!! Technicaly, I'm already dead...that is my last wish...
I know you'll get to the bottem of this...
I'm gonna miss our gun training...and I bet even to this day, you'll never beat my record...
Forest Speyer.
Itching now...
Dark...so...very dark...
Itchy...
Silence...nothing...dark...