Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Operation

Alot of things have gone down between now and my last post. Alot of things.

TriCell as I've always known it is over. Excella, my sister, is dead. I heard from some of the B.S.A.A. agents (I'm in a small camp of there's now) that Wesker killed her. Irving's been dead since just after he left for his deal. Wesker's dead now too, and that Jill woman...She's different now. Shes's more...human. I like her like this.

Apparently, two B.S.A.A. agents, Chris Redfield, and Sheva Alomar swept through the facility. Some of the scientists escaped, but I hid out. I managed to take a few of the Majini out, and before I knew it, there were B.S.A.A. agents everywhere.

My U-8's been killed. I don't think these people really know who I am. I told them my name was Christian Reed. That didn't really care much after that. Gave me some food, a cot, and a blanket. I'm using one of their computer's now. I'm not sure if they can track any of this stuff, but at this point I don't really care. I'm just glad it's over.

Oddly enough, though, they're not leaving. They seem like they're getting ready for something else, but it doesn't seem like moving out to me. They didn't confiscate my gun, and I'm glad for it. I still don't entirely trust all these people. They look at me with such scorn, like they want to kill me. But still, that guy...Joss or Josh or something like that, he keeps them under control. I'm glad for him. Jill's here, too, but if she recognizes me, she doesn't say anything about it. I know she does, though. Every time she looks at me, she has this sad, spaced off look in her eyes, like she's remembering something awful. I know she knows who I am. But I'm glad for that. I have someone I can relate to, in a strange way.

C.G.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Murder, Murder

Thinking back, I'd always wondered what they'd use my U-8 for when I was finished with my research on it. I guess now I know.

Ricardo Irving works within TriCell, but I already knew this. He deceivingly works within the Resource Development Division, and also operates the Oil Field, but in reality, he's been selling black market B.O.W.'s this entire time, but Excella knew about it. In fact, she's always known about it, and that's why he is where he is. To keep people off his trail. He doesn't even work in the Medical department, because they wanted to keep people off his trail.

Apparently, he's currently enroute to another deal, to sell a B.O.W named Popokarimu, which is a bat based B.O.W. He's also got another one about to be sold too, Ndesu, which is based off the El Gigante seen in Europe.

Also, despite the fact that the Umbrella facility (except for a few minor excursions) has been completely abandonded for months now, I've heard tell that there is still research and development teams down there working on something called Licker β, which uses the progenitor virus, which is apparently the type of Virus that was used to creat both mine and Ashton's mutations. However, now that I lack any signs of my initial mutation, I'm back to just being a scientist.


I also managed to dig up more information on the Progenitor Virus, and uncovered the name Lisa Trevor. Apparently, she underwent the same viral process as I did, using Progenitor Type-B, which is also the same as what they used on me. However, at the time they either did not have a cure, or wanted to study her mutation, and let it get wildly out of control in the process. However, her actualy mutation was very different then mine, but she was also injected with several other virus'. She managed to adapt well to most of them, but eventually she went insane, killed several scientists, and was aparently involved in the initial 'Tyrant' virus outbreak in Racoon City all those years ago.

So far, though, that's the only information I've been able to dig up on that subject.

Also, I heard from Excella that Irving's been having some issues with a B.S.A.A. team while trying to deliver his B.O.W. Ha, ha! I hope he gets whats coming to him.

Also, heard talk of two B.S.A.A. member's breaking a seige in Kijuju Autonomus Zone. I didn't get any names, but it certainly pequied my interest. All the scientists seem rather worried about it, but hopefully it's done some good.

U-8 impressed me today. While it is, in essence, still just a huge crab, it's showed some minor higher brain functions, and managed to follow a given order for a short period of time. However, shortly thereafter it managed to rip apart some Majini (The "people" I heard some of the local scientists call them this. It means, "evil spirit" in Swahili), and made a rather large mess.

Also, my final note, I managed to hide my SIG P226 before I was captured, and Ashton made no note of it, despite knowing where I hid it. I managed to pick it up today on my way back to my room. I was wrong about the armed gaurd thing, too. I'm still free to roam around, but I'm not aloud into a majority of the facility except for the U-8 research lab, and a few other minor places. But I'm glad I got my gun back.

Christian Gionne

Monday, April 6, 2009

Bee's Sting

Damn Excella! Damn Wesker! Damn Jill! Damn Irving! And Damn Ashton!

I got set up. Ashton betrayed me. Wesker controlled him like a sad puppy. Worst part is, I've already administered the anti-virus to myself. But Wesker knew that. He told me research on my mutation was over, and they no longer had any need of it, so he allowed me to administer it. He knew it all along.

I was confined to a small room for four hours. Apparently Wesker wanted to kill me, considering research was over, but Excella saved my ass. I'm still alive, but all this is her fault in the first place! If she'd never started working on that damned Uroborus, and never agreed with Wesker, none of this would have happened.

Now I'm confined to my room, and the U-8 research laboratory. I'm not allowed to go anywhere else, and a guard will bring me my food. I was betrayed. I'm alone.

Damnit, why did this have to happen. Now I'm under tight security. I can't even leave the room without an armed escort, and I know Wesker told them to shoot me if I resist. All the other scientists look at me like I'm insane, like I'm one of those "things". Don't any of them want out too?! After all that's been done here?

Ugh...I haven't slept yet. I'm about to go to sleep. Work resumes tomorrow for me.

Christian Gionne

Sunday, April 5, 2009

You don't spend every day looking at saliva

The worst possible thing just happened, so I thought I'd get on here and update while I had the chance.

Ashton just came in yelling and screaming, and he was paler (I know, he's already pale) then death. He told me that he'd seen Wesker talking with one of the scientists, and the poor man seemed quite nervous. All the sudden, Wesker slapped him, but he didn't just fall back, he flew. Literally flew back and hit a wall. It must have broken his arm, because he started screaming in pain. Then Wesker pulled out his gun and shot him in the chest. Right there, in front of all those "people". But the worst was yet to come. They looked at Wesker, and he nodded his head, put his gun away and walked off, but those thing decended on the guy. He was still alive, just barely, and tried getting away. One of them grabbed him by the leg and pulled him back. They spent an entire fifteen minutes beating the hell out of him, and then one of them bit him. Then they all started biting him, and ripping him to peaces. Ashton told me they...Ate him.

I knew that the Plaga had alot of major set backs, but Canibalism? And how can Wesker control them?

None of this makes any sense...

I've got to get out of here...

I heard there were some opratives of the B.S.A.A. in this facility, and I know of one. His name is Dominick, and I tried asking around about him, but no one seems to know what happened to him. He just vanished. I even tried reading them, but it didn't seem to work.

I may have to get out myself. But I'm going to cause some chaos first.

I'm going to release U-8 tomorrow, inside of the facility.
Ashton said he'd turn off the life support of the Uroborus test subjects.

Man, I'm a glad I bought that handgun when I had the chance.

Also, on a side note...

Apparently, the type of T-Virus injected into me was different then Asthon's or Weskers. It requires more injections as time goes on, or it mutates into a for similar to the original virus. So, in order to nullify this, I stole what appears to be the cure to the T-Virus, which Wesker regularly injects himself with in small doses. Before we leave, I'm going to administer it to myself, too. I'm so tired of all this.

C.G.

Like a Spider's Web. Or a Crab's.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Excella's kept me busy, but luckily I've been able to hide this side of my life from her.

Irving and Jill left again today, and Albert kept himself busy with something, and no matter how I try, I can't figure out how, but he's been rather evasive all day, even from Excella.

We began our attempts to improve the "U-8" prototype we've been working on. When we started with it, it was barely the size of a puppy, but now it's a least as large as a tank. It's level of mutation is astounding, and I'm glad I get to work on it. Ashton got the boring job of working with the test subjects for Uroborus, and I don't envy him for it. They really disgust me, and despite how many we have, it seems less then 3% can actually bond with Uroborus on any level. All the others go straight to the incinerator.

Also, during my work with U-8 I uncovered some interesting data on the Jill woman. Apparently, the T-Virus that Wesker has inside of him is also inside of Jill, though apparently it's dormant, and has been for several years. She was apparently able to produce some powerful anti-bodies against the Virus, which could aid us in our research with Uroborus. Excella's withholding information from me again. I'm going to continue my research on this tomorrow when I'm allowed back into the U-8 lab. Maybe I'll be able to reverse the negative effects of the Plaga and Uroborus.

For now, the only thing I can do is bide my time.

If anyone can give me any information, I'd appriciate it.

C.G.