files biohazard revelations 2
>> In-game files as presented in the Official North American Release of biohazard revelations 2 <<
>> EPISODE 1 FILES <<
RULES FOR MONITORING TEST SUBJECTS
Those participating in the experiments must observe the following rules:
The subjects must be monitored 24 hours a day.
Monitor the sensor for any changes; log its status every 10 minutes.
Dispose of any subjects showing signs of abnormality immediately.
IMPROVING SECURITY MEASURES
As per the director’s instructions, I put the fire-breathing bust in front of the exit.
The flames this thing spits out are no joke. Even if several of the experiments try to break through at once, they’re all getting fried no question. Thou shalt not pass.
So much for anyone else trying to escape.
EXCERPT FROM KAFKA’S “IN THE PENAL COLONY”
The Traveler asked, “He doesn’t know his own sentence?”
The Officer replied, “It would be useless to give him that information. He experiences it on his own body.”
PRISONER’S LETTER
(Written in Russian)
Dear Momma,
I dunno if you’ll ever get to read this. But I need you… They call us experiments. They torture us every day. Every. Day.
What did I do to deserve this? Why is this happening?
It hurts so bad. Every day I’m scared of what will happen next.
Momma please, please help…
CAUTION FOR EXPERIMENTAL HANDLING
The sensors that the experiments have been equipped with will measure the adrenaline and norepinephrine levels to calculate the fear the subject is experiencing. The colors will change accordingly.
Green: Normal
Orange: Anxiety
Blinking Red: Fear
Red: Mutation
If the subject’s sensor should change to red, they are already in the mutation phase. Shoot them immediately.
EXCERPT FROM KAFKA’S “THE TRIAL”
The man expressed his wish to pass through the gates.
The gatekeeper answered, “If you truly wish to pass through, then break the rules and go. But be forewarned: I am but a lowly gatekeeper. Those beyond the gates will cause you to tremble in fear.”
ESCAPE REPORT
Shot and killed subject J038 as he planned to escape. His body was properly disposed of.
Usage of Cell #1 at the second-floor entrance is prohibited until the wall can be repaired.
PRISONER’S JOURNAL
(Written in Russian)
August 7
How many days has it been since I’ve been locked up here?
They torture us daily. “Experiments,” they call it.
To what end?
I hope they didn’t get anyone else.
August 8
My poor, poor brother is trapped in this hell with me.
Today they burned off his left arm with some fire-breathing contraption, and then used a bladed one to chop off his left leg.
Said they’re gonna do the same to his remaining limbs tomorrow.
He begged me to put him out of his pain. Can’t get those words outta my head.
I’m pretty shaken up. Doesn’t help that the damned guard said if he dies, I take his place. Is there no end to our suffering?
August 9
Looks like the day I have dreaded has arrived.
I can no longer hear my brother. But the guard’s footsteps– he’s coming this way!
I should have prayed for death when I had the chance.
ESCAPEE’S NOTE
(Written in Russian)
I can’t believe it. I got out of there alive. I won’t say in one piece…but alive.
I still can’t even process what went on there. All the effort in trying to scare us, toy with us…
It was madness.
I met up with some guys in the forest, but they didn’t believe me. Can’t say I blame them. I wouldn’t have believed me either.
After all, who would dare to go up against the one who saved us all?
I can’t do this alone. I went to the communications tower to try and call for help, but I couldn’t get a signal through.
We’re all alone out here.
But if we don’t get word outside, we’re all done for.
Savior? Hell no. She’s more like the devil herself.
>> EPISODE 2 FILES <<
PEDRO’S NOTES ON THE BRACELET
The Bracelet (What I’ve learned so far)
– There’s a GPS tracker inside. Probably for keeping tabs on where we are.
– It’s a two-way transmitter. We can hear her, and she can hear us.
– The source of the transmissions is coming from the center of the island, someplace high up. It’s gotta be that funky-looking tower. I have no doubt she’s there too!
– It also seems to be keeping track of our vital signs. For what purpose?
She wasn’t kidding when she said she infected us with a virus. Holy balls! What are we supposed to do?
TRAVELER’S DIARY
Oct. 11, 2008
So I found this little island in a dusty old book, and it’s not listed on any maps or anything. So I thought cool, a chance for adventure on an uncharted island. I’m so there.
Chartering a helicopter to get there wasn’t cheap. And as soon as we touched down, the locals seized the chopper and took me into custody. So not cool.
And now I’m locked up in this dirty old room. These dudes are whacked. I can’t explain how, but you know how you just look at someone and something’s not right? Yeah, major bad vibes here.
Oct. 12, 2008
So these dudes have been debating what to do with me. How about letting me go?
I’ve been telling them over and over, I just came for the adventure. They’re not listening.
This is so not cool.
Oct. 19, 2008
So apparently, these dudes can’t wrap their heads around the idea that an outsider could find this place. Like, hello? It’s the technology age. What can’t a person find if they look hard enough?
But you know, I’m starting to feel like coming here wasn’t such a good idea…
Dec. 10, 2008
Two goddamn months. And I’m still here. This is bullshit!
Something bad is happening. I haven’t seen anyone. and I can’t see it…but I can hear animal-like growling. What the fuck!
They haven’t forgotten about me in here, right? Right?
Dec. 19, 2008
no food no water got some rain water it helps
no energy to even catch a rat
not gonna last
Dec. 26, 2008
water water water
god please WATER
MOCK EXPERIMENT RESULTS
8 Nov. 2009
The latest mock moved us even closer to the real test.
This time 11 candidates were fitted with the sensor bracelets, then subjected to extreme emotional stress for varying lengths of time.
Results: Three died immediately. The remaining eight eventually mutated at some point and were disposed of.
The trial ended with none of the subs overcoming their fear.
TOWN RESIDENT’S NOTE
(Written in Russian)
Your father hasn’t come home at all since going to the monument. I tried to wait, but I can’t do it any longer. I’ve gone off to look for him.
I was feeling pretty anxious, but everyone there was so nice to me. They told me something nasty was going around, so they gave me a preventative shot, and this bracelet that they said would help protect me.
This place is so large and wondrous. I’ve never seen anything like it! Of course, this is probably no big deal for her. She saved our island. I’m starting to feel like she can do anything.
I regret ever having doubted her.
I suppose it’s nothing, but I’ve been feeling a bit dizzy. Maybe I’m just stressed.
Oh, and I finally found your father! Well, part of him anyway. I always knew he had a good head on his shoulders. Now that’s all that’s left of him.
I can’t possibly bring him back like this.
This bracelet has been making strange sounds. It’s a little annoying.
But don’t you worry I’m going to find the rest of your father and we’re coming home
you must be so hungry.
GABE’S NOTE
To any friendlies who find this
We’ve been abducted against our will and forcibly taken to this island. Our names are Neil Fisher, Pedro Fernandez, Edward Thompson, and Gabriel Chavez.
I don’t have coordinates for our location, and I don’t know if anyone else is here with us.
There’s something out there. I can’t make out if it’s human or animal. I can hear feral, vicious growling. At least multiple potential hostiles.
We’ve been outfitted with these unusual devices on our wrists. We got a transmission from an unknown female, telling us to go to the “Vossek.” (Not sure on the spelling.)
If you’re a friendly who is reading this, meet us at this Vossek. Be safe, be alert.
G. Chavez
FEMALE VILLAGER’S LETTER
(Written in Russian)
My dearly beloved,
It has been a year since you left to go work in the mines. I thank you for your service. And of course, I am thankful to the one who gave us this opportunity, the one who saves us from despair.
You were supposed to be gone for only a year. That was the term. Yet you have not returned. Why?
But not just you. Friends, other villagers…they disappear and never return.
I’ve heard rumors–of poison gases and beasts and unspeakable horrors and I don’t want to say what else.
I hope you return home as soon as possible. I’m waiting for you.
TOWN RESIDENT’S MEMO
(Written in Russian)
Things have changed so much since she came here. Our Zabytij is almost like a completely different island now.
There’s new equipment in the mines. And the jobs! Not just laborers, but she’s employing people as researchers as well. There are so many employment opportunities.
I cannot express my gratitude to her deeply enough.
Despite this, there are those who doubt her. Such ingrates! If you don’t like it, you’re always free to leave this place.
CLINICAL EXPERIMENT NOTES
24 Jan. 2010
Trials for the T-Phobos virus are almost complete. We’ve managed to reduce the lethality of the T-Virus, while creating the condition that it triggers upon the target being subjected to strong emotional trauma. We have also lowered the rate of viral resistance to below 2%. All is proceeding as planned.
However, the time draws near. We are close to perfection, but there is zero margin for error.
PARTING WORDS TO MY DEAR FATHER
You poor, decrepit old man.
You wanted to create a new world, and rule over that world as a god. But for all your ambitions, you couldn’t overcome man’s most formidable enemies– age and disease. You had everything, but your crumbling body betrayed you.
And then your own “son” snuffed out whatever pitiful entrails of life you had left, leaving you to become nothing more than a footnote in the annals of history. You failed, old man.
But fear not. Your dream will live on.
I will take the wealth of knowledge, power, and test subjects you have given me, and succeed where you failed. I will create the new world, and I will rule over it as a god. Your legacy will have been long forgotten, but mine has only just begun.
May your soul – if you ever had one – rot in torment for all of eternity, and let hell be filled with the sound of your teeth gnashing incessantly.
>> EPISODE 3 FILES <<
HAWK ROOM GRAFFITI
You should just accept your death–quietly.
Like a grown up.
FACTORY CHIEF’S JOURNAL 01
(Written in Russian)
I did everything I could, but it looks like I’m gonna disappoint my parents after all. I can’t save the family factory.
There are no orders coming in. Nothing I can do about that. It’s gotta be her fault! No doubt about it!
She’s been persistent in her efforts to drive us out of here. Looks like she’s gonna get her way.
She knows there’s no way for us to fight back. Just who does she think she is, anyway? Acting like some kind of all-powerful dictator!
But the way things are now, it would be impossible to openly oppose her while living here on this island.
I don’t really have a choice. I have to do what she wants. At least she promises I can stay on as the chief…
LIGHTROOM GRAFFITI
Lost in the dark?
Shed some light on your situation.
FACTORY CHIEF’S JOURNAL 02
(Written in Russian)
My factory is ruined! Ruined! And it’s all thanks to her!
What the hell is the meaning of all those traps she set? She says security. I’ve never seen security like that. What the hell is secure about any of this?
She’s got some twisted ideas in her head. It must be her parents’ fault. Who knows what kind of horrible abuse they subjected her to.
I gotta watch my temper. I went too far, started yelling at her.
She showed me, though. She reneged on her promise and now she’s running the show.
I don’t want to piss her off anymore so I keep my mouth shut. I know my place, and that place is staying alive.
After all, all I have left is my life.
THE FOUR GATES
To move forward with no knowledge is to risk your life.
Choose with the proper knowledge.
However, the answer may not lie before you.
A EULOGY FOR MY BRETHREN
We followed Master Alex to this island of Zabytij, which she has code-named “No. 46.” Our efforts have brought prosperity to the island, but more than that, we have come to help the Master achieve her goal of rebirth.
You have performed splendidly in your tasks. Even in your final task, to provide the Master with valuable data at the cost of your own lives.
We are bonded in our servitude to the Master. I consider you my colleagues and my friends. I will help the Master to finish the work which we have all started. I promise that your sacrifices will not be in vain.
May you rest in peace.
RELEASE OUR SWORN COMRADES
If you wish to know the truth, swear your allegiance in order.
Only then can you cast away your shackles of sin!
To the first, you were always foolish, so you will have no grave.
To the second, you shall bear your visage upon your back.
To the third, you shall neighbor the fourth by three, but one row behind.
To the fourth, you shall lose your head.
INSTRUCTIONS FOR STUART
Stuart,
The samples have arrived from Africa. The infection rate is extraordinarily high–it has a lot of potential. I should have expected nothing less from a fellow Wesker.
Get this to the research chief and have the staff start working on it immediately.
It’s only a matter of time before T-Phobos is completed. I have everything I need for the final stage of my plan.
STUART’S VALEDICTION
Master Alex,
It has truly been an honor and a blessing to have served under you these past few decades. I consider myself lucky to have been witness to your scientific genius and your vision of the future. The world does need order, and I believe it is you, and only you, who is capable of accomplishing this feat. I, as well as the other researchers, are all bonded together in this belief.
To ensure your survival, we have worked tirelessly to complete the transfer procedure. The vessel we have selected is without fault. I have every confidence that the procedure will go flawlessly.
To come this far, we’ve had to make countless sacrifices. My faith in your vision is resolute, so I prepared myself to shoulder the mental and emotional burdens of the sins that I would be committing. But I do believe that before your plan can succeed, we must first atone for our sins.
So I have taken the necessary steps for atonement. The remaining researchers have all been dealt with. And I, too, shall soon follow. This will also help you to perform the procedure without any distractions.
On behalf of those who have served faithfully by your side, we are grateful for the opportunity to help you accomplish your ambitions.
Eternally your loyal servant,
Stuart
LETTER TO MY COMPATRIOTS
My fellow visionaries,
The time has finally come. Everything has gone as I said it would. All that remains is for her to hold up her end of the bargain. And then I can finish what we started seven years ago.
Just one little sample is all I need to change the world.
But the world is already changing. And not in a good way. The latest incident in Africa is just proof. This kind of madness will keep repeating itself until nothing is left but tragedy and despair.
The world needs someone to take charge and lead it through these dark times.
Lansdale was right, of course. What he tried to do in Terragrigia…people call him a villain. But he’s a hero. He was trying to save us.
I understood that, as do you. I’m will do whatever it takes to realize his vision. He was the only one to see that sacrifices were needed and that something good can be built on them, even if it means dealing with the devil herself to do it.
NEIL’S CANDIDATE LIST
Stuart,
I’ve put together the list of Terra Save members who are most suited for this round of trials. They all have had experience dealing with bioterror and viruses. Their psych evals came out with flying colors. They faced some unspeakable horrors and came out in one piece, indicating a strong resistance to emotional trauma.
No. 06 hasn’t been directly involved in any bio terror incidents, but her test results were promising so I included her as well.
All things considered, I think this is a pretty strong list of candidates. I’m sure you’d agree.
It’s all in your hands now. I’ll be out there as backup in case you need anything.
01. Fisher, Neil
02. Redfield, Claire
03. Chavez, Gabriel
04. Foley, Gina
05. (Crossed out)
06. Burton, Moira
07. Fernandez, Pedro
08. (Crossed out)
09. Korda, Natalia
10. (Crossed out)
11. Thompson, Edward
THE OLD MAN’S JOURNAL
19-07-1988
I need practice my English, so I write in this journal on every day. Every day I write but have no words. Now I have good reason.
Today I welcome first child to the world. Her mother give her the name Irina. It was my grandmother’s name. I object, but I cannot win against stubborn woman.
She has eyes and nose of her father. But mouth of her mother. We will raise her to be healthy, strong girl.
This year island is have good spirits again. Mining business goes well. My life is pretty good for me now. I want to give Irina same feeling when she is older. It’s my responsibility now, as parent.
19-07-1994
Irina already six years old. How flies time.
She loves to imitate her mother. Her mother hates it. Probably because imitation is perfect. Little kroshka is very smart. She likes math. Her grandmother liked math too.
Irina’s smile helps to take mind off worries. The mines have become dangerous, and now they make no money. Island condition is worster and worster.
I might have lose job too. But this is no time for a worry. This island is our home. I want to give it to little kroshka in good condition. It’s my responsibility now, as parent.
19-07-2000
Irina now 12 years old. Already rebellious. More like mother everyday. I don’t understand women. Now I am embarrass to her. Until she needs money or a request.
Speaking of women and money, a woman comes to our island. She promises to bring back industry. I have job now, to help build new facility in the mine. I thought mine was finish, but she has a use for it.
She is loved by all. They call her savior, our benefactor. My mother always said never trust people with money. The poor worker is more reliable than rich capitalist. Is good advice. But the rich woman is helping us.
19-07-2008
It is Irina’s 20 years birthday. I should be celebrating. But I’m worried. Next week she will go work in mines. I was against it, but kroshka will not listen to me. Has not listened for years. Why start now?
Irina is stubborn. Just like her father, she used to always say. I guess she was right. Has it already been a year since you left us, my darling…
I don’t trust the people in the facility. There’s something wrong about them. But everyone else thinks me stubborn, old man. Maybe now Irina too. But I know I’m right. I just hope Irina will realize this too soon.
19-07-2009
I have not seen Irina in almost one year.
Something bad is happening to our home. People become sick. More things I cannot explain. I know is all because of that woman. She smells of evil.
This was to become Irina’s home. But too late now. I leave this town. Everything. But island is my home. I will not leave. No place to go. So I go to sewers. Things will get worse, I know it.
Irina…be safe. I will find you. I promise, kroshka. You are all your father have left.
GENERATOR GUIDE
All equipment in the facility, such as the lift and electric doors, is powered by placing the generator in its proper location.
If the generator goes missing or fails, there is a backup in the storehouse in back.
Using the conveyor belts to move it is recommended.
IRINA’S LAST WORDS
(Written in Russian)
The bodies continue to pile up here. There’s so many. My God, what have we done?
That woman…that Alex…she didn’t come here to save us. She came here to destroy us. My father was right all along.
All she wants to do is make monsters. And people die. We have been helping her do it, all this time. How could we have been so stupid?
She injected us all with something. I don’t know what it is. But they start to itch. Then their bodies…they just start to fall apart. Once the blindness sets in, that’s the final stage.
It’s just a matter of time…for me too…
Oh, Papa…I wish you were here. I wish I could see you again.
this island is done for. there’s nothing left but death.
i don’t know how much time i have left can’t be long
legs already feelfunny
itching started nofocus painpainpain in my joints
godhlp
Papapapapapappppp
NOTE ON CORPSE DISPOSAL
8 Feb. 2010
We had a lot of bodies to take care of today. More than usual. These T-Phobos trials sure can burn through the available subjects.
We used up 30 bodies in just 3 days. The only thing to do is keep bagging and dumping them in the pit.
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NEIL’S REPORT
Stuart,
It looks like the most suitable “vessel” is going to be that little girl after all. The other candidates had potential, but that girl is in an entirely different class.
She is incapable of feeling fear.
That’s not surprising when you consider what she’s been through. Getting caught up in the Terragrigia Panic at such a young age, having everyone she knew be killed…losing her parents right in front of her eyes.
After experiencing those kinds of horrors, what left is there to be afraid of?
The only problem is her age, but that’s a problem that time will take care of for us.
She’s the perfect candidate for your purposes.
NOTES ON THE TRANSFER PROCEDURE
The transfer will take place soon, and my success is high.
Spencer. You poor, pathetic old man. You spent your final years desperately searching for the secret to immortality. And you died while your research was still incomplete.
But I have been continuing that research. The body will age; this is an inescapable fact. But we can escape our death by transferring our mind into another vessel. All of my efforts have been invested into developing and refining this system.
I’ve had a few successes, but I still have so much more to do before I can consider my work to be complete.
As of now, I can confirm the following
1. The new vessel must be mentally strong, and be able to overcome any emotions of fear.
2. After the transfer, it will take six months before the transferred mind can be stabilized. During this time the vessel should be protected at all costs.
Time is of the essence. I must work quickly.
THOUGHTS ON KAFKA
I have a love/hate relationship with this story. Perhaps I can relate to it more closely than I’d like to admit.
One morning Gregor awakens to find himself transformed into a hideous insect-like creature. His family is bewildered at first, but they do try to take care of him. Eventually, he becomes too much of a burden to them. Nothing more than an ugly monster, a nuisance to the family. When Gregor learns of this, he retreats to a solitary death.
Up until his transformation, Gregor had been supporting the family. Now that he was no longer useful he was a burden to them. They were relieved when he died.
I, too, have been bred to serve a purpose. Once that purpose accomplished, I too would have been cast aside.
But I refuse to shrivel up and die in solitude.
I refuse to let myself become a hideous monster.
You must have felt the same way too, Albert.
CRANE OPERATIONS REPORT 01
Last Month’s Operations Report
Quota Met: 80%
Falling Deaths: 4
Accidents during work hours lower worker productivity and reduce the monthly quota. Work safely and take care not to fall.
CRANE OPERATIONS REPORT 02
Operations Two-Week Progress Report
Quota Met: 55% (on schedule) Falling Deaths: 1
Cause of death: while the victim was working on top of the crane, another worker on the bottom moved it causing him to fall to his death.
Currently, there are no problems with worker productivity or quota status.
Please take extra care when working at the top of the crane.
THE SLUICE OPERATOR’S LAST WORDS
(Written in Russian)
The virus has breached the facility’s containment measures.
Men are driven mad by it. And the women…they suffer horribly before dying. Honestly, I don’t know which is worse.
The madmen lash out in a senseless rage and attack without provocation. I’ve survived so far by shooting them on sight or hiding. But these men…they used to be my friends.
Funny, out of all the places I could’ve ended up, fitting I’d end up back here.
I worked alongside this crane for the past 30 years. This place has been my life.
I guess it’s more of a home than my home was. I’ve always been a workaholic.
And my family paid the price for that. I was never around as much as I should have been.
Well, this is where I’ll make my last stand. I’ve still got a few bullets left, but nowhere else to run.
If there’s an afterlife…I hope my family will give me another chance there.
POISONOUS GAS WARNING
Poisonous gases are being emitted from the nearby fault lines.
Brief exposure poses no health risk, but prolonged exposure leads to difficulty breathing, and eventually a loss of consciousness, potentially followed by death.
Take precautions and be mindful of your exposure time while working.
MINE WORKER’S SCRIBBLED NOTE
The poison gas continues to leak, causing it to spread out and become more concentrated. It’s impossible to access the underground facility without turning on the ventilation system.
Since the ventilation system uses up a lot of power, we only turn it on when needed.
We just reopened the mines, but they’re not going to stay open for long at this rate. If we lose this place then the island’s done for.
MINE WORKER’S DIARY 01
(Written in Russian)
February 11
I’m finally gonna get a chance to work for our benefactor down in the mining facility! Gonna be rolling in the big bucks now!
I had no idea until they hired me, but apparently, they’re making pharmaceutical products down on the lower levels. You gotta have a permit to even go down there, and security seems pretty tight. Must be some pretty important stuff going on down there.
March 24
She’s got her own staff working in the research facility, but there are also some of us islanders working for her as well. Everyone who works directly under her gets a nice, fat paycheck. The money, the status, who wouldn’t want that?
But lately? They’ve been bringing a lot of new people in. They’re not particularly smart or useful, it’s just they just need people by the dozens. I’ve seen a lot of people go in, but no one comes out. I guess there must be another exit somewhere down there, right?
MINE WORKER’S DIARY 02
(Written in Russian)
April 2
Sometimes the researchers carry these boxes to the back rooms. I accidentally caught a glimpse inside one. It looked…looked human. Or, like it used to be.
But that’s crazy. I mean, that’s crazy, right? No no no. My imagination is just running wild. You can’t do that kind of thing.
Still, it makes the mind think things. Can’t help but be a little worried for my family now.
April 15
So my imagination got the best of me. I had to know what was inside of those boxes. Goddamnit, be careful what you wish for.
It was human bodies! Our bodies, the bodies of my fellow islanders! All chopped up into pieces! Research? This is nothing more than sick, twisted murder!
Those boxes…they’ve been coming through every day. To think that every time…
That woman! We trusted her! We thought she was helping us! Instead, she’s just using us!
April 25
I thought maybe I’d overreacted a bit. Thought I’d give her a chance to explain. I asked her to meet with me, but she ignored my request.
So it’s come to this. I’ll force the truth out of her. Just apply a little pressure and she’ll cop to what’s being going on here. I’ve been working hard all my life, and she’s a thin little woman. I can overpower her. Easily. I don’t like the idea, but something must be done and I’m all out of options here.
Someone needs to stand up and do what’s right. Might as well be me. I’m coming for you, Alex. You’re gonna regret the day you decided to mess with us!
SPECIMEN TRANSFER LOG
Specimen request for cultivation plant
Quantity: 70, human
Location: Industrial Zone, residents in blocks 17-21
RESEARCH FACILITY CHIEF’S JOURNAL 01
Developing the T-Phobos virus turned out to be my lucky break.
The other researchers didn’t see any merit in it. “A virus that triggers upon the subject feeling fear? Reacts to norepinephrine? That’s useless,” they said.
Fortunately for me, Alex didn’t think so.
After reading my report on the virus, she became very interested in its unique properties and made me the head of the research team. As we neared its completion she then made me the chief researcher.
Alex appreciates my genius. It’s an honor to work for her.
RESEARCHER’S JOURNAL
Starting today we begin research on the effects of the Uroboros virus when used with corpses. (Everyday we receive a great number of corpses are delivered to our doorstep. Stuart certainly does work hard to ensure we never have a shortage or research materials.)
We started right off the bat injecting the virus into a corpse. The corpse became reanimated, like some sort of marionette–an aggressive marionette, to be sure. It attacked anyone it came in contact with.
This line of research is starting to look more and more like bioweapons development.
REPORT ON THE UROBOROS VIRUS
1. The Uroboros virus takes root in organic material. If injected into a corpse it will create a core and then reorganizes organic material around that core, thereby reanimating the corpse.
2. The core serves as the control center of the organic growth; destroying the core will negate the reanimation process.
3. Its ability to propagate in organic matter is extremely high. Were a sample ever breach the confines of this facility, this island would be turned into a graveyard.
Security measures must be enforced to the strictest degree.
SPECIMEN DISPOSAL LOG
The corpse of the researcher who was killed by the test subject was sent to the morgue in the back of the observation room. The body has been sterilized.
Personal artifacts such as keys have also been sterilized and are being kept in the morgue.
RESEARCHER’S MEMO
The security for the cultivation plant has been set to Level 2 owing to the chief’s death in an accident while conducting experiments.
I heard that the new security cards will be given out from the chief’s room. I only overheard this, so I guess I’m not getting one.
Maybe that’s for the best. These cultivation experiments with the Uroboros virus seem pretty dangerous.
RESEARCH FACILITY CHIEF’S JOURNAL 02
Today Stuart came through and delivered the sample we’ve been waiting for–the Uroboros virus. We’ve finished work on T-Phobos, so we’ll be working on Uroboros from now on. The underground level of the facility is being converted specifically for this purpose.
I’m so thrilled to continue working under Alex’s brilliance.
HATRED OF NATALIA
I survived… My escape wasn’t death. I have no one to blame but myself.
When I pulled the trigger…in that instant…the thought of vanishing from this world… Me! Me of all people… I came to feel fear.
How ironic. The viruses inside of me…rotting away my body to the point of death, saved me from death.
I have become ugly. Hideous. I can’t stand the sight of myself. This isn’t me. This ugly creature…
But soon another me will awaken. The vessel I transferred myself into.
I won’t allow it. I forbid it. She is the ugly one. Yet she’ll look at me and laugh at how hideous I am.
Why have I become so hideous?
I am me. But I am not. I awakened as myself. But then she will also awaken as me. Both are true.
No! There can only be one true me. And that is me! She can never be me. She is false. She is a farce. That is why she cannot be allowed to persist. She must be eliminated.
I am me. Only I am true.
I’ll use that abomination. Albert’s final legacy.
I’ll smother this insufferable island with Uroboros.
She will be eviscerated.
She will come to know fear.
You will feel the icy embrace of death…Natalia…
And then, when you die false one, I will take your body. I will become the true me. Natalia…you must die…
