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Tuesday, 19.8.2008

Diary, this is unbelievable...

I haven't noticed before, but the vaccine that was left with cells has began to evolve. Its been only some days and the change is somewhat mild, but considering how fast the progress is, it's quite astonishing. You can barely see it even if you know what you're looking for, but I can presume that there will be bigger results just in days. Where on earth did they find this stuff? Did they just made it up, was it an accident, or is it just evolution found somewhere in Africa? Whatever it is, I feel like we're having a breakthrough soon. So excited. Actually, so excited that I kind of forgot what's going on with Terry. I'll just play nice and maybe nothing will happen to me.

Monday, 18.8.2008

)(/&#%&¤!!!

I can barely control the whole thing. The problem is that white cells keep attacking this cure, and I have to make it so strong that they can withstand it (causing the problem of having too little white cells, but that's not a problem, since the cure acts as a guardian for the body), or try to have the cure mask itself so that the body doesn't think it's an intruder. But who am I kidding? I'm no Tony Stark, like I'd manage to make in three weeks a cure for every disease in the world, even with these equipments. And even with this rich corporation with these pieces of technology, we still get lousy coffee. I'm switching to tea.

Sunday, 17.8.2008

Operation Hidden Diary,

Looks like I'm not so paranoid after all. I left some signs at my home, and now that I'm back, I've noticed that someone has been snooping in my apartment. Now that I've checked my work contract again, many sections note that everything happening at my work is fully confidential and company owns everything that I considered private. I'm truly a Umbrella bitch now. So far they haven't locked me inside a lab and forced me to research... Me and my big mouth...

Saturday, 16.8.2008

My hidden diary,

Since I'm the project manager in T-sector now, I got more power to control everything. But of course, there's always a bigger fish. When I was checking our supplies, I noticed that Abstergo Industries has some interest in some of our projects, same with Stark and Wayne Industries. Those are quite big names. But the interesting part is, all those orders are in numbers of under 100. Looks like people are trying to keep things low. Why on earth I feel like that I'm the one who knows the least what's going on around here? I'll show them. I'll just write my reports partially and keep the most important things to myself! How do you like those apples?

Saturday, 16.8.2008

Morning diary...

When I received my new passage key, I never imagined T-sector to be so huge. The technology level of machines here give me possibilities I couldn't imagine to exist. Just an hour ago I checked my clock and realized I've been doing way too much overwork. I feel like a kid on a Christmas morning. I'm trying to create a vaccine that slows down the speeding process of cell regeneration. Just in case things get ugly. Strange that they haven't figured this out yet, I mean, instead of burning every failed sample I have, they've sent it here to harvest and continue its research. Or maybe that's why they turned me into this T-sector freak... To create an antidote. I gotta hide you, getting more paranoid. Whoever gets this book in his hand, I swear, she told me she was 18, the family dropped off the charges, I'm not writing her anymore, case closed, everyone's happy, so can we stop talking about it?! Jesus Christ Superstar...

Thursday, 14.8.2008

Houston? We have a problem...

Am I getting more and more paranoid or is it just coincidence? Apparently they've noticed my talents and shifting me to T-sector. Or they just want to control me more. Whatever I ask from them, they either tell me it's classified, or me or they don't have the classifications to receive the information I'm looking for. It's like a game where I have to gain enough levels to be able to get a donut in this section. I hate this sector.

Wednesday 13.8.2008

Diary, I'm afraid...

Working in the laboratory doesn't feel the same as before anymore. I look around suspiciously and I feel that everyone's against me. That bald guy from T-Sector, the guard with funny Gunther-moustaches, old janitor that was always babling about silly things. Now I feel like they're all part of some bigger secret plan against me. I feel like I'm in a B-class fan fiction. Too much coffee.

Tuesday, 12.8.2008

Bad news diary...

I went after my work shift to knock on Terry's apartment, and no answer. It's strange for him to miss our Tuesday movie with Ben and Jerry. When I finally got in with his hidden key only we know about, the sight was an answer for my questions. It looks like he hasn't been home for days, mails unchecked, films not returned, freezer still full of Ben and Jerrys, and cell phone with unanswered calls and messages from me. I called to police and told that he's been missing for more than 24 hours. Terry, where on earth are you?

Monday, 11.8.2008

My dearest and only diary,

The comic convention was ok, but for some reason I'm beginning to feel too old for the stuff. So many of those small people dressed in japanese cartoon comics, and less and less familiar faces every year. Managed to find few nice books, but one thing was surely surprise for all of us what happened on Saturday: Tony Stark. Yes, the man, from Stark Industries. I know he's not in comic business, but ever since he made that suit, there's been movies, comics, cartoons and stuff from him all over the world, and I can't believe he actually came all the way to Raccoon City just for some lousy comic convention. Managed to take a picture of him, but of course there's always a random fan jumping into the picture with the gang signs. Otherwise, quite ok convention, Tony saved my weekend. Too bad Terry missed it all.

Returned to the lab today and found out that my samples have been changing, even without any host cells. It's like they're evolving or something. And again, they weren't sent for destruction, but to section T instead. Still no sign of Terry returning to work, haven't answered my calls either. I should pay him a visit soon and see if everything's ok.

Friday, 8.8.2008

Yo, diary!

It's been a week in this corporation, and things have been quite fine. Terry hasn't answered my message, maybe he's more ill than I thought. Or busy seeing a girl or something, what a bad excuse for calling himself sick to work. He'll be missing the game and comic convention this weekend. It's not like they have that every day in Raccoon City. I'll try to find the Juggernaut comic he has been looking for. While talking at work, still no progress. Maybe after a weekend of having fun will clear my mind and show me what I missed. I also wondered if the company knows I'm writing a diary about my project... Well, as long as they don't find this book. Heh, I can already imagine bunch of those army guys storming inside my apartment. But nah, things will be fine, I mean, what could go wrong? Ooops, said it out loud. Now there will be a great peril after me, ooooo... Not.