May 9, 1998

At night, we played Poker with Scott the guard, Alias and Steve the researcher. Steve was really lucky, but I think he was cheating. What a scumbag.

May 10, 1998

Today, a high ranking researcher asked me to take care of a new monster. It looks like a gorilla without any skin. They told me to feed them live food. When I threw in a pig, they were playing with it... tearing off the pig's legs and pulling out the guts before they actually ate it.

May 11, 1998

Around 5 o'clock this morning, Scott came in and woke me up suddenly. He was wearing a protection suit that looks like a space suit. He told me to put one on as well. I heard there was an accident in the basement lab. It's no wonder, those researchers never rest, even at night.

May 12, 1998

I've been wearing this annoying space suit since yesterday, my skin grows musty and feels very itchy. By way of revenge, I didn't feed those dogstoday. Now I feel better.

May 13, 1998

I went to the medical room because my back is all swollen and feels itchy. They put a big bandage on my back and the doctor told me I did not need to wear the space suit any more. I guess I can sleep well tonight.

May 14, 1998

When I woke up this morning, I found another blister on my foot. It was annoying and I ended up dragging my foot as I went to the dogs' pen. They have been quiet since morning, which is very unusual. I found that some of them had escaped. I'll be in real trouble if the higher-ups find out.

May 15, 1998

Even though I didn't feel well, I decided to go to see Nancy. It's my first day off in a long time. But I was stopped by the guard on the way out. They say the company has ordered that no one leave the grounds. I can't even make a phone call. What kind of joke is this?!

May 16, 1998

I heard a researcher who tried to escape from this mansion was shot last night. My entire body feels burning and itchy at night. When I was scratching the swelling on my arm, a lump of rotten flesh dropped off. What the hell is happening to me?

May 19, 1998

Fever gone but itchy.
Hungry and eat doggie food.
Itchy itchy Scott came.
Ugly face so killed him.
Tasty.
Itchy.
Tasty.

It's a letter. The top of the letter is missing. The remaining says...

Yes, I'm infected. I did everything I could, but I could only delay the progress by a few days. The most frightening thing is, that I forget more about you by the day.

So I chose a peaceful death, rather than becoming the living dead.

Within an hour, I will have entered my eternal sleep. I do hope you'll understand my decision...

Good Bye and Forever Yours,

Martin Crackhorn

TOP SECRET
July 22, 1998 2:13

To the Head of the Security Department
"X-day" is approaching. Complete the following orders within the week.
1. Lure the members of S.T.A.R.S. into the lab and have them
fight with the B.O.W. in order to obtain data of actual battles.
2. Collect two embryos per B.O.W. type making sure to include all species except for Tyrant.
3. Destroy the Arkley lab including all researchers and lab animals in a manner which will seem accidental.

White Umbrella

Pass No. 8108310

Four days have passed since the accident and the plant at Point 42 is growing amazingly fast.

It has been effected by the T-Virus differently than other plants have been and shows unique shape in addition to its size. Looking at the way it behaves, it is now difficult to determine what kind of plant it was originally. There are two ways in which Plant 42 gathers nutrition. The first one is through its root that reaches into the basement. Immediately after the accident, a scientist went mad and broke the water tank in the basement. Now the basement is filled with water. It is easily imaginable that some chemical elements were blended in the water and promotes the incredibly fast growth of Plant 42.

Another part of Plant 42 from the basement grows through the duct and hangs down like so many bulbs from the ceiling of the first floor. Many vines come out of those bulbs and they are the second resource for its nutrition. Once sensing movement, Plant 42 shoots its vines around the prey and holds it. Then it tarts sucking up blood, using the suckers located at the back of its vine.

It also has some intelligence. It blocks the door by twining its vines around it especially when it captures prey or is sleeping. Several staff members have already fallen victims to this.

May 21, 1998
Henry Sarton

RACCOON TIMES MAY 27, 1998

ANIMAL ATTACK? WOMAN MUTILATED

May 20. Around 10 PM a 20-year old young woman's body was found by a passer-by on the left bank of Marble River in the Cider District of Raccoon City.

Raccoon police assume it to be a grizzly or other animal's doing because there are teeth marks along her mutilated arms and left foot that show considerable power. Since she was wearing a hiking boot on her remaining foot, it has been determined that she was attacked in the Arklay mountains and fell into the river. They are hurrying to identify this woman.

RACCOON WEEKLY JUNE 16, 1998

MONSTERS IN ARKLAY MOUNTAINS?

Some people claim they've seen monsters in the Arklay mountains. The monsters are supposedly about the same size as large dogs and usually run in a pack as wolves do.

This may sound like a group of ordinary wild dogs, but these monsters are surprisingly fierce and hard to hurt. They say these dogs won't bother you unless you wake them, so you smart readers should stay out of the Arklay Mountains for the time being. But if you're looking for adventure, check it out! You wanna try?

RACCOON TIMES JULY 9, 1998

MYSTERY ON ARKLAY MOUNTAINS!
MOUNTAIN ROAD BLOCKED

Due to successive disasters in the Arklay Mountains, the city authorities have decided to block the road leading to the foothills.

At the same time, Raccoon police intend to begin the search for lost people with the help of S.T.A.R.S. team members. They expect great difficulty because of the vast size of Arklay Mountains and the primeval forest that covers most of the area. Also people are still reporting sightings of grotesque monsters in the mountains.

-BASEMENT LEVEL 1-

HELICOPTER PORT

Executives and Government Officials only on helicopter port. This restriction may not apply in case of an accident.

PASSAGE TO THE HELICOPTER

No one is allowed to enter unless they are attended by a Research Consultant or Security Director. All others will be shot on sight.

ELEVATOR

The elevator stops during emergencies.

-BASEMENT LEVEL 2-

VISUAL DATA ROOM

Visual Data Room is within the control of Special Research Division. Keith Arving, the Room Manager, is designated to have jurisdiction over room usage.

-BASEMENT LEVEL 3-

PRISON

Sanitation Division controls the usage of the prison. Consultant Researchers (E. Smith, S. Ross, A. Wesker) must be present if virus is used.

TRIPLE LOCK DOOR

No one is allowed to enter unless he presents all pass code documents. Pass code documents must be created on the specialized output machine by the Chief Researcher of each block.

POWER ROOM

Only Headquarters Supervisors may enter. This restriction may not apply if the Consultant Researcher has received special instructions.

PASS CODE OUTPUT MACHINE

No one is allowed to use the pass code output machine but the Chief Researchers.

-BASEMENT LEVEL 4-

TOP SECRET

Regarding the progress of "Tyrant" after the use of T-Virus... -Remaining document is unreadable-

To: General Manager of Sanitation Division From: Special Committee on Disasters Raccoon Special Research Dept.

This memorandum is strictly confidential and must be destroyed as soon as it is understood. Regarding the "T-Virus" outbreak which occured recently, this Committee conducted a field survey. According to the survey results, estimates on the amount of damage caused by the accident are considerably greater than reported earlier.

First, although it is very difficult to obtain accurate data in terms of actual numbers, it is thought that more than half of the researchers died after exposure to the "T-Virus". The body count will most likely increase since nearly all of the survivors show symptoms peculiar to the "T-Virus".

Second, our security system is still in operation. However, our special security guard squad has been nearly destroyed. Because of that, research information considered by our company to be top secret has been made available to outsiders. Counter-measures should be taken as soon as possible.

Finally, many of the "subjects" from the experiment have escaped and are out of control. We believe that some researchers were killed by these "subjects" and their bodies were mutilated.

By curious coincidence, these events are proof of the success of our research. However, there is also a very high risk that this news may be leaked to the press if we don't act immediately.

The condition is very serious. Our operation to cover-up the situation is difficult to attain, however we hope the problem will be solved quickly. We are especially concerned that the State Police and S.T.A.R.S. are intervening too quickly. We need to act on this situation as well.

June 8, 1998

Dear Ada,

Ada, by the time you read this, I'll be something... different. Today's test turned out to be positive, just as I expected. I feel like going crazy when I think about becoming one of them. Ada, you're not infected and I hope you never will be. In case you're the last one left, take the material in the Visual Data Room and go to the Power Room to operate the Triggering System before you escape. And make all this public through the media. If everything is in order, all the locks can be opened by the security system. You can access the system if you log in with my name from the terminal in the small lab and enter the password. The password is your name. To unlock the door at B2 where the Visual Data Room is located, you'll need to access with our names first and then enter another password. I've written the code below. I'm sure you'll understand it easily.

And this is my last hope - if you find me completely changed, please kill me yourself.

PASSWORD = --

Yours,

John

As I stated in the last report, there are some common features found in the cells of the plant infected by the Tyrant virus. We also have found another interesting fact through some experiments. We found an element that destroys these plant cells rapidly in "UMB No. 16", one of the series of UMB chemicals that we used for that experiment. We named this "UMB No. 16" as "V-JOLT". In our calculation, it will take less than 5 seconds to destroy Plant 42 if we put the "V-JOLT" directly on the root. You need to mix some of the UMB series chemicals in a specific order to create "V-JOLT". But the UMB series chemicals may generate a poisonous gas which is harmful to the human body. Extreme caution should be taken when handling these chemicals.

Following are the types of UMB series chemicals and their brief characteristics.

UMB No. 2 Red NP-003 Purple
UMB No. 4 Green Yellow-6 Yellow
UMB No. 7 White
UMB No. 13 Blue (stimulating smell)
V-JOLT (UMB No. 16) Brown

Barry's Picture. Something is written on the back of the picture.

"My dearest Moira and Poly, I hope you will grow up to be strong and beautiful women and help to cheer up mother. Your father will be watching you all from heaven.

"Dad"

"I swear by myself", declares the Lord, "that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son,

(Genesis 22:16)

I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numberous as the stars in the sky, and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies,

(Genesis 22:17)

"and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."

(Genesis 22:18)

My dear Alma,

The fact that you have received this letter is both a joy and a sadness for me. I could not even talk to you because of that guy in the sunglasses. Alma, be calm and read this.

I think I've told you that I moved to a pharmaceutical company's lab. They headhunted me. Last month, there was an accident in the lab and the virus we were studying escaped.

All my colleagues who were infected by the virus are dead. To be accurate, they've become the living dead. They still wander around. Some of them are knocking on my room door desperately right now. But there's no sign of intelligence in their eyes.

That cursed virus takes away all humanity from the human brain. Love, joy, sorrow, fear, humor... eternally.

And Alma, even the memories of the days I spent with you...(top part missing)

Yes, I'm infected. I did everything I could, but I could only delay the progress by a few days. The most frightening thing is, that I forget more about you by the day.

So I chose a peaceful death, rather than becoming the living dead.

Within an hour, I will have entered my eternal sleep. I do hope you'll understand my decision...

Good Bye and Forever Yours,

Martin Crackhorn

Special instructions when disposing of dead bodies. We have new information regarding those "beings". They may appear to be dead but in fact they are able to come back to life. However, there are ways to prevent them from becoming active again.

Currently there are two known methods to cease their resurrection.

1. INCINERATION
2. DESTRUCTION OF THE HEAD
If further methods are discovered, they will be notified immediately.

Meanwhile to those of you who still have the will to live, oil has been placed on the first floor of the mansion. Take as much as you need.

You'll need something to light it with, which you'll need to find by yourself.

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

Today Sir Spencer told me to hide something where no one could find it. Well, I had this idea. I figured if I could somehow have it protected by a dangerous animal like the vicious canine that lives here, no one would be able to get near it!

As far as I can tell, the mutt is always hanging around the second floor balcony on the west side of the terrace, and he ought to come running at the sound of a dog whistle.

This is where you come in. The thing is, I reckon you're the only person that can get near that damn dog without risking a serious mauling.

Which means only you can put this collar on him. The object that Sir Spencer wants hidden is concealed inside.

You're the only person I can trust with this. Of course, you'll get something out of it as well. Remember that certain item that you've always wanted to get hold of?

Well, in exchange for your services, I just might be able to get it for you. This could work out well for both of us...

Jon Toleman

(There's something written on the back.)
Nov. 10, 1967
- Progenitor virus administered

-Jessica
Administered virus: Type-A
Plasmolyzing of tissue during cell activation
Virus fusion: Negative
Action: Disposed


-Lisa Administered virus: Type-B
Plasmolyzing of tissue during cell activation
Virus fusion: Positive but delayed fusion.
Body modification: Observed constant results.
Status: Continue protective observation.


-George
Action: Terminated (Nov. 30, 1967)

(There's a journal left by someone.)

Nov. 14, 1967
I feel dizzy after that shot they gave me. I don't see Mom. Where did they take her? She promised that we would escape together. Did she escape alone and leave me behind?

Nov. 15, 1967
I found Mom. We ate together. I was very happy. But she was a fake. Not my real Mom. Same face but different inside. Have to find Mom. Have to give face back to mother.

I got Mom's face back. Nobody can have my Mom except me. I attach her face to me so she doesn't go away. Because Mom sad when I meet her without her face.

Nov. 17, 1967

from inside box, scent of mommy. maybe true mother there. stone box hard. It hurt. steel rope in the way. can't see mother becuz 4 stones.

19
dadddy atached first
momm atached scond


iNside reD and sLimy
whiTe and haRd


not true moM wheRe

dunno dadd
found mum again

whne atachd momMy
she moved no more
she screaming

why?
Jst want to b with her

4

mom
where?

I mis yuo

To: Sanitation Division
Attn: Manager of Sanitation
From: Racoon Disaster Contingency Committee The contents of this fax are confidential and intended for the named addressee only. Any copying, or disclosure of the contents of this fax to any third party is strictly forbidden by the sender.

After reading the contents of this fax, it must be destroyed immediately.

We expect significant increase in the damage done by the recent T-Virus' outbreak than initially estimated. There are several concerns.

First concern
More than half of the researchers have been infected by the T-Virus and died. It has also been reported that almost all of the survivors of this accident are starting to show symptoms of the T-Virus infection.

Second concern
Our Secret Security Patrol Team has also been completely eradicated. Therefore, our most secret research is in danger of public disclosure. Quick actions are demanded to prevent mass media coverage.

Third concern
There is a high possibility that most of the specimens are running loose inside the compound. We expect many casualties to follow.

However yet unfortunate, these casualties underscore the success of our research results. Actions must be taken to prevent our research results from being made public.

We suspect the first official intervention will come from the State Police and S.T.A.R.S. We strongly recommend taking measures against them first.

The discovery of the G-Virus was in fact 21 years after the administration of the progenitor virus. The "Prototype Parasite" which we had delivered from a laboratory in France was administered to the sample specimen. The sample specimen took in the parasite without showing any signs of adverse reaction.

The lack of any reaction was an unsolved mystery. But now everything is clear to me.

The "Prototype Parasite" was incubating in the sample specimen's body for 21 years. Then from that incubating state the prototype suddenly mutated. ("Evolved" may be a more appropriate word to describe it.)

This observation gave me more insight in my research. Through further modification and testing, I was able to derive a method to create the "G" that surpasses the performance of the "T".

This was the breakthrough that would change the future of the B.O.W.'s history.

I can't wait to see the look on Alexia's annoying face when I finally announce my research. But unfortunately I'll have to wait a few more years to completely verify my findings.

William Birkin

Nov. 24, 1967
Eleven days have past since arriving on this estate. How did I end up like this? A guy in a lab coat came with a plate of skimpy meal and said to me, "Sorry to put you through this, but it's for security reasons." That's when it hit me. It all makes sense now. There are only two people that know the secret of this mansion, Sir Spencer and myself. If they kill me, Sir Spencer will be the only person that knows the secret. But for what purpose? It doesn't matter now. It's too dangerous here. My family... I hope they are all right. I've decided to escape... Jessica, Lisa, I pray you are safe.

Nov. 26, 1967
How could I be so careless? I lost my favorite lighter -- the one Jessica gave me for my birthday. Now it's going to be that much harder to get out this dark place.

Nov. 13th,
the date when my fate was sealed. My aunt was hospitalized just three days before that. Jessica and Lisa said that they were going to visit her. I wish I could be there with them. But wait, even as I'm writing my memory is coming back to me more vividly. Just before I passed out, I remember the men in the lab coats said something like, "Most likely your family is already..." I pray for their safety.

Nov. 27, 1967
Somehow I managed to get out that room. But getting out of this mansion won't be as easy. I have to get past all the booby-traps. Tiger eyes, Gold Emblem... I have to try and remember for my own sake.

Nov. 29, 1967
I can't get out. I have tried every possible way to escape but only to be faced with the reality that I'm trapped. I've been everywhere. The laboratory with the large glass tubes filled with formaldehyde and those dark, wet and eerie caves... What can I do?

At first I didn't want to believe my eyes. But that familiar high- heeled shoe in the corridor... It was like reflex. One name came to my mind, Jessica! I don't want to believe they share the same fate as me. No! I can't give up hope. I have to hope they're alive.

Nov. 30, 1967
I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the past few days. I feel like I'm going crazy. Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to die like this? I was too obsessed with designing this ghastly mansion. I should have known better.

Nov. 31, 1967
It was a dark and damp underground tunnel. And another dead end. But even in the darkness something caught my eye. Carefully, I lit the last match, I had to see what it was. A grave! But deeply engraved into the stone was my name!

"George Trevor"

At that instant, it all became clear to me. Those bastards knew from the beginning that I'd die here and I fell right into their trap. But it's too late now. I'm losing it. Everything is becoming so far away. Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me. Because of my ego, I got both of you involved in this whole damn conspiracy. Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.

George Trevor

(There's something handwritten. It's not dated)

Nothing's changed. I never thought that this room I designed as an experiment would pay off like this. I can hide here safely for a while, because nobody knows about the secret behind this painting. Not even Sir Spencer.

Painting of a mansion... In the back of the art room.

There is now evidence that when the host loses consciousness, the body goes into a dormant state. During this time the virus becomes active and rapidly transforms and reconstructs the basic composition of the body.
The host eventually mutated into a humanoid creature. (We call them V- ACTs). Its speed and amazing muscular development are particularly noteworthy. After transformation, it becomes more agile and aggressive.

Already four of our researchers have died from trying to feed it, turning the place into an instant blood bath. (Ever since this tragic and barbaric accident, we have decided to call its kind "Crimson Heads")

That dangerous and precious prototype specimen can't be left there. We have to figure out a way to deal with it. Termination is definitely not an option.

We finally decided to freeze the specimen and confine the body inside the basement of the backyard cemetery.