PART 4 ~
NOVEMBER 18th 1967
SUSPICIONS ~ {THE True Story Behind Biohazard }
“My family still hasn't returned. My consciousness feels a slight twitch of unease; Could aunt Emma have been taken that poorly, so as to delay my beloved this long? Unusual for a residence of this size that the telephone is not yet installed. I curse the unfamiliar, yet increasing inability to contact my loved ones. That night I went out to the second floor terrace to clear my mind. The deep black crows, perched on an art deco rail, their cruel eyes piercing my soul, causing the moonlit view across the veranda to be of no sincere comfort on this night. These crows are not the only ones with a dark, and odious intuition. I continuously have an uneasy, agitated impression of being covertly observed. However that unease was strikingly interrupted by an unexpected site. I saw an astonishing thing, in the small courtyard. A ladder leading down to an underpass, masked suspiciously by a waterfall. This was never in my original plan, and is most certainly not of my design. When was this work undertaken? Whilst I furiously questioned this ruse, three men uniformed in white overcoats appeared abruptly, and announced without a hint of recognition to my status "Who are you? You should not be walking around freely". They disrespectfully hurried me along & away from my original destination, which was to further explore this new, intriguing architectural feature. I will return again, when these ant-like researchers have gone about their usual, subservient business. My apprehension grows ever more. What was Spencer’s intention, with this clandestine construction, and what dark secrets lead from this wilfully, well hidden archway?”
NOVEMBER 19th 1967
Lisa’s Journal ~ {Resident Evil Remake}
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 move no more
she screaming
why?
Jst want to b with her
mom
where?
I mis yuo
A further two days, from the grim discovery of her mother’s crypt, the short lived elation felt from a potential reunion with her parents, would have been refreshing, if not limited release from Lisa’s hellish nightmare. But this was to be no happy family reunion. Lisa has already killed her mother in confused anguish, so the ‘mother’ she identifies in this journal entry cannot be Jessica. We know that the ‘dad’ referred to here, who also falls victim to her now characteristic, fatal assault cannot be George, for we have diary entries in his journal with dates proceeding November 19th. These victims, now adding 2 further trophies to Lisa’s grim, and growing collection cannot be her parents. Lisa harrowingly attempts to identify the murdered couple with a personal autopsy. Again she is left disappointed and lost, unable to identify her parents scent amongst the victims intestines. The true identities of these poor souls, faces viciously torn off whilst alive, and now adorning Lisa’s grotesquely mutating body, belong to Spencer’s researchers. In order to pacify the uncontrollable Lisa, her behaviour increasingly unpredictable as Progenitor wreaks havoc within her body, a male & female researcher, may have been disguised as her parents, for appeasing interaction. This technique would be but a vain, counter-productive attempt to provide any sense of security, or to illicit calm behaviour, because her face-ripping, signature attack, perversely represents a deep desire to be reunited with her parents, rather than a violent rejection of Spencer’s mimics. To resemble George or Jessica Trevor, in the presence of their daughter, mind now ravished by Progenitor, would have been a known folly, of life threatening proportion. It is far more likely that victims two, and three, faces sliced, and serving as gory ornaments, now adorning their assailant, do belong to said research team, but were murdered as a consequence of Lisa’s cognitive crippling condition, as they conduct their mandatory observations of her, and not due to a purposeful ruse to impersonate her parents. To serve in Spencer’s employment is a dangerous profession, and there will be further casualties amongst the research team assigned to this tragic experiment. They too will fall victim to this horrendous fate, assisting Lisa with her gory collection!
NOVEMBER 20th 1967
DOUBT ~ {The True Story Behind Biohazard }
“I wonder aimlessly around what a world I once revelled in, and one of intrigue, but now depressingly repetitive, weighing my consciousness down as if I were one of the un-dead. Occasionally the ennui interjected by more unnerving questions. Why is there no trace of that shotgun, my wife had offered Spencer for his birthday ? I'm smoking a cigarette in a room with a broken shotgun which could pass for the original. I wonder who exchanged Spencer's shotgun for this unusable replica and why? Still neither my wife, nor my daughter have arrived, and I am now getting very concerned. My wealthy host & employer has just impertinently informed me that irrespective of my family’s inevitable arrival, I cannot remain at this mansion any longer! Research on his pharmaceutical ambitions has taken much haste. My suggestion that I could be joined by them tomorrow, is met with derision, Spencer exclaiming that it was useless to worry myself like that, and all the more unlikely now anyway.”
NOVEMBER 21st 1967
DOUBT ~ {The True Story Behind Biohazard }
“My luggage is gathered hurriedly together, and yet another white robed, worker drone leads me somewhat unexpectedly into a large, angular room, suspiciously without openings, on the first floor, and apparently reserved for receptions. Awaiting Spencer’s formal farewell, I try to mask my increasing anxiety by observing the paintings, all the while isolated from these rich surroundings, by the cold stare of Spencer’s men. He could have been one of the three unknown scientists on the courtyard before, they all seem to look the same. The theme represented by this art was life is rich & short. Amongst the plethora of paintings, which almost fully carpeted the walls, a series represented time itself, through the life of a man, from his birth, until the finality of his death. "Your family have died now", laughed the man, while he looked at me slyly. Time seemed to stop. What was he talking about? At that same moment I felt a terrible pain at the bottom of my neck, and I collapsed on the cold marble floor.”
NOVEMBER 24th 1967
1ST DETENTION ~ {The True Story Behind Biohazard,Resident Evil Remake Resident Evil Genesis}
“They have transferred me to the basement of the mansion. Now a guard brings me my food and I'm confined to these few rooms. At least that's what the guard thinks. Every time he's on a break, I have been exploring, and further with each occasion. I found an entranceway to a series of catacombs behind the fireplace. Maybe in there I can find a way out. How could Sir Spencer have become this kind of a man? What has been happening here? And what is the true objective of this company called Umbrella? Whilst I am imprisoned in this room, as time passes painfully slow, these are questions that I can never find true answers for.”
"The real objective is to keep all this as a secret, and since you are an unknown…" Some non-descript researcher sneers, as he brings the revolting, unrecognisable food. What secret is more important than a human life? Sir Spencer and I are the only two to know the secrecies of this mansion, and if I die, he will be the only holder of this fateful knowledge. Is it for that reason I have sworn to have seen unrecognisable creatures prowling around the estate, stealthily, and in increasing numbers with each night? I cannot remain here and be devoured, or maybe even worse. It is imperative that I escape from here. The twist of cruel irony, since the beginning, I may have simply built my own prison. I will not succumb to that sardonic fate. How fortunate then, that during my later designs for this mansion, and in accordance with Sir Spencer's strange fascination for enigmas, I conceived a way to escape for whoever found themselves imprisoned here. It would seem that Sir Spencer wants to test this method on me. This terrible realisation, is suddenly exhumed, as one of the countless anacrid like creatures which infest the floor & ceiling, falls from above, onto my body. My presence itself seems to be forcefully attracting them. I jump instinctively backwards, and run without known destination, trampling a great number of them in my wake. What are these creatures?”
“Eleven days have now past since arriving on this estate. How did I end up like this? Another of my captor’s unquestioning, white coated lab rats arrives with a plate of skimpy meal, announcing without further explanation, "Sorry to put you through this, but it's for security reasons." I ignore him, and think back to my earlier anxious thoughts, and the realisation is even more terrifying. 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 this secret. But for what purpose? It doesn't matter now. It's too dangerous here. I think once more of my family, and their well being. I will not allow this to happen, not now, not here. I close my eyes, and a renewed determination fills me, allowing the dread to just temporarily subside. I have to make my determined move before it is all too late. So I have decided to escape, and to find my loved ones, no matter what it takes. Jessica, Lisa, I pray that you are safe.”
Ignorant to the fate that has befallen his family, the hope George displays is all that he has left. His tragically tortured daughter makes he last diary entry; It is barely legible ~
4
mom
where?
I mis you
The deterioration in both handwriting & language, is caused by her cognitive deterioration, at the hands of the invading viral onslaught, now into its fourteenth day.
NOVEMBER 26th 1967
My god. Words cannot describe the horrors I have seen in those dark, endless passageways. Ghastly, mutated creatures; mindless & aggressive. The strangest part being that each one is tagged like a lab rat, as though they aren't just monsters, but purposeful peculiar experiments. I can't bear to think of the terrible exploration ahead and the horrors that await me, but it's my only hope…
{ trevor’s diary ~ Resident Evil Genesis }
As if to extinguish any remnants of hope that may just remain, a chill nakedness cuts through Trevor’s soul, as he desperately grasps at his torso, like a rabid dog were upon him. Franticly he searches every orifice of his clothing…
“How could I be so careless? I lost my favourite 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.” ~ { trevor’s diary ~ Resident Evil Remake }
NOVEMBER 27th 1967
1ST DETENTION ~ {The True Story Behind Biohazard, Resident Evil Remake,Resident Evil Genesis}
“Some mild success. In the caverns I encountered a man in another white lab coat, and attacked him without hesitation or conscience. I cracked his head in with a rock and stole a key-card of some kind. I still don't know what it's used for. To think, me attacking an innocent man, what have I become? But I must ignore those wasteful thoughts of morality, focus on what has to be done, and the fate only of myself. To that end I finally escaped from that initial insidious room, but I must still keep track of the many traps, and fatal devices that await the ignorant wanderer. This is made all the more onerous as I don’t have time for stealth. Getting out from this mansion will not be so easy. I still have to get past all these terrible artefacts, booby-traps & ruses. Tiger eyes, Gold Emblem. I have to try and remember, not just for my own sake, but also for my beloved ones, Jessica & Lisa.”
NOVEMBER 28th 1967
2ND DETENTION~ {The True Story Behind Biohazard}
“I cannot find the words to describe it. Some terrible abomination, plant-like, of absurdly gigantic proportions. It fills a whole room, and it of a species I have never witnessed before. God could not have created such a thing.”
Trevor desperately concludes this horticultural atrocity to be the fruits of Spencer‘s insidious, genetic engineering. His anxiety grows with every horrendously, dire discovery. However, none are quite as contentious as this, appearing as it does, to resemble the later, t-virus generated, Plant-42. It will be another decade before Spencer’s other partner in criminal virology, James Marcus, develops the catalyst for Plant-42, the t-virus. Consequently, the shocking sight, that now befalls George Trevor, cannot be this perversion of evolution; created not within the early days of t-virus discovery, but a further decade on, upon accidental exposure during the mansion incident. Exploring deeper within the mansion’s entombed laboratories, George Trevor stumbles upon the sinister location from which Spencer has been cultivating his horrendous export from Africa, the legendary, highly toxic plant of the Ndipaya tribe, the ‘stairway to the sun’ flower. Procured by head researcher Brandon Bailey, and brought back from its closely guarded, secretive location in Africa, to Spencer’s equally secretive location, in the Arklay forest, nine months prior to George’s arrival here. Spencer had attempted to cultivate this flower, in order to mass-produce the Progenitor virus, from which this toxic plant was an invaluably unique source. Spencer, and his research team were initially unsuccessful in procuring an effective progenitor virus from the clones harvested from their exported mother plant, and sought to alter the plants horticultural environment to expedite the desired result; a home-grown stairway to the sun flower, producing the progenitor virus with effective DNA-altering characteristics. Nine months on from the first exports of their insidious cargo, and this exotic flower, now grows ferociously, within the confines of the Spencer mansion.
It is this horticultural abomination that Trevor has unwittingly stumbled upon, and not the cannon destroying Plant-42. To date {November 28th 1967} Spencer & Bailey were still fruitlessly attempting to mass produce an effective progenitor virus on home soil, and there is no doubt that their program for this virology would be conducted within the Arklay mansion.
NOVEMBER 29th 1967
Trevor’s diary ~ { resident evil remake & Resident Evil Genesis }
“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, and then the memory behind it filled me with deep sadness; Oh Jessica. But I must stay strong for them, my beloved. 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. I think they have caught wind of my little adventures in these caves, and installed an extra security feature on the fireplace. There is now a small keypad where you can enter a password. Fortunately, I overheard how to program the unit. As a pass-code I entered our anniversary. Time to resume exploring…”
NOVEMBER 30th 1967
Lost, and alone in the dark, George Trevor now seriously contemplates the undeniable & horrendous realisation, that he is doomed to the fate Spencer has dictated for him. The futility of his attempted escapes, highlighted by indifference Spencer’s men show them.
“I haven't had anything to eat or drink for days, and I am losing my mind. 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.” ~ { Trevor’s diary ~ Resident Evil Remake }
However, we see a more optimistic, if not determined outlook with the following ~
“Yesterday they added more security to the fireplace. You now need some object to enable the keypad. I'm trapped. Why have I been so careless? Today a man in a lab coat approached me and said that tomorrow I would visit the doctor. Something tells me they have something else in mind. I wont become one of their experiments. He informs me with a wicked smirk, that I would now have to visit the doctor, but surely . Whatever my fate is to be, I am determined not to become one of their perversely evil evolutionary experiments.” ~ { Trevor’s diary ~ Resident Evil Genesis }
NOVEMBER 31st 1967 ~ {Resident Evil Genesis }
“I have very little strength left now, even when I think of my family, the spur their love gives me is now limited, defeated by my inevitable physical demise. Here's where everything ends. Forgive me Jessica, I didn't want it to come to this. I'll die before I let them turn me into one of those...things With my last breathe, I will pray that you and Lisa are safe. Farewell…George Trevor.”
DECEMBER 5th 1967
DESPAIR ~ {The True Story Behind Biohazard }
“My throat is dehydrated. I have not eaten for many days, and I don't know for how much time I can really resist. I am desperately losing my mind, as my entire existence is enveloped by the life of a caged rat, hopelessly trying to escape from a laboratory labyrinth. Was my dedication & persistent fascination for the unrivalled magnificence of this mansion, really so reprehensible? Am I to blame for the wickedness of the man who had me design this death-trap dungeon?”
DECEMBER 7th 1967
DESPAIR ~ {The True Story Behind Biohazard }
“My world has become a dark & damp underground tunnel, never ending. But even in the constant darkness something caught my eye. Carefully, I lit my 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 terribly clear to me. Spencer, and those bastards knew, and calculated right from the very beginning, that I would die here, and I fell right into their trap. My perilous predicament, and pre-prepared tomb, condemns me to this fate. It is just too late now. I have spent days, wandering aimlessly in circles. I can feel all of my senses slipping 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….I will soon join you both in paradise”.
