Virus Kids

Finding Notes

July 25, 1998 Arklay Laboratory

I woke up in a basement. Or was it a cellar? I wasn't sure. All I know is that the floors were made of metal, and it was dark, very dark. I felt around me and felt a small piece of paper. It was too dark to see what was written on it, but I picked it up and put it away anyway. I slowly stood up and felt around for some sort of light switch. Instead, I tripped over an object on the ground and fell to my feet. I saw that the thing I slipped on was a flashlight. I picked it up and tried turning it on. A dim, yellow light illuminated from the flashlight, barely giving me an idea of where I was. The room was some sort of hallway. Behind me was a case of stairs and in front of me stretched a wide hallway with many doors and windows. The hallway was a complete mess. Some of the doors had been smashed through, and most of the windows had been shattered. The hallway was completely dark, and I could hear the faint sound of moving in the distance.

First I tried the staircase, but the door was locked from the other side. That only left me the long hallway and the many numbered doors. Then I noticed something on the wall near the staircase. It was a map of some sort. Upon further investigation, I realized that it was a map of the complex. It showed most of the area, but the very last few rooms were obscured in a red substance. Was this place an expansion of the mansion? Had I actually found the secret laboratory where my parents worked? I looked at the map and saw that each room had an assigned number, but I had absolutely no idea which one my parents worked in. I started with the first room, Room A1. Inside the room had a bed, a small refrigerator, and a small TV. There was a door near the TV, which probably lead to a work area. I turned on the TV and after a few seconds of static, showed a lady on Raccoon News talking about the convict Billy Coen. Losing interest, I turned the TV off and explored the rest of the area. Near the TV was a coffee table. Nothing was on the coffee table except for a small scrap of paper. I picked it up and carefully read the messy handwriting.

June 21, 1998

Nobody's alive anymore. I'm infected, but I refuse to become one of them. I've scattered all of my entries around the underground laboratory, but who's going to find it anyone? They're everywhere, those things. I see them in my sleep. I will not be like that. Ha, well I finally got my hands on some rope, I almost thought the other scientists had used all of it. Now it's my turn, goodbye cruel world.

I looked over this entry multiple times. I had no idea which scientist wrote this entry, but he did mention that he scattered these entries around the lab. It didn't look that old, and according to the date, it was written a months ago. I pocketed the piece of paper and continued on. That's when I remembered the piece of paper I had originally found on the floor. It was in my pocket, and now having light, I took out the crinkled piece of paper. It was a list of the people who worked in the lab, and their names. Of course, my parents worked in the very back of the facility, in Room C4. Guess I have quite a bit of walking to do. Before I left the room, I looked into the work room. There, to my horror, was a monster, dangling from a long noose of rope. The monster flailed his arms around wildly, his flesh falling and rotting on the ground. I closed the door, since it would be a waste of bullets to kill this man.

The hallways were, eerily empty. Papers were scattered everywhere, and the lights constantly flickered, but there was no sign of any monsters. But I wasn't Matt, I had no idea where they were. Speaking of Matt, the thought of him made my heart sink through an endless whirlpool. If the virus made Matt like that, I should probably avoid it at all costs. But, Wesker also injected me with the virus, but he said during our encounter that the virus should have worn off. But, then he….it's all coming back now. I remember, he had me at gunpoint, and he was about to shoot me, until, oh god I can't remember. I must have gotten knocked out. Aside from that, I know my goal, find my parents. Well, now it's really to find out what happened to my parents, as there doesn't seem to be anyone still alive around here. I searched every room I could find, and collected the following three entries:

May 21, 1998

The Keeper has locked himself in his room. He refuses to allow anyone in. I got a quick glimpse at him before he shut the door. His skin was rotting to the point of his muscles showing, and his eyes had become milky and pale. The few remaining scientists are still pursuing their work despite the infection. Especially Henry, he's determined to finish his study on that experimental accident called Plant 42.

May 21, 1998

Oh god, I can't believe what's happened. Scott tried opening the door to the Keeper's room. He succeeded, but, the Keeper lunged out and attacked Scott. He died, because nobody could save him. I can't believe it, even the Keeper's turned into one of them. We've locked the Keeper back into his room, but who knows how long it'll be before he gets out again.

May 7, 1998

I sent a couple of blood samples to Greg Mueller at the facility in Raccoon City. I don't know exactly why he needed the samples, all he told me is that he and a friend of his were trying to create some sort of antidote. An antidote for the T-virus perhaps? I hope it is, because I'm sick of hearing about these experiments all day.

The entry that stuck out the most to me was the final entry, which was dated earlier than the rest. It stated about giving blood samples to create some sort of cure for the T-virus. I had found it in room B2, and I was there now. If there was a cure for the T-virus, could I use it on Matt? Then I realized that Wesker had injected us with a different kind of virus, the Progenitor virus. I was just putting away the entries when I heard footsteps nearby. I quickly hid under a small desk with a computer. The door opened, and in stepped in the woman I saw in the forest and in the main hallway, Jill. She no longer seemed to have a handgun, but a longer, larger gun. That must have been the shotgun that Matt had told me about yesterday. She started to come closer, and I was afraid that she might spot me. She came over to the computer and sat down on it's chair. I squeezed my eyes shut, fearing for the worst. Instead of confronting me, she turned on the computer. I opened my eyes to see that she wasn't looking at me. Good, I thought, she doesn't notice me. If I can stay quiet for this whole time, then I'll be home free. Jill began typing on the computer, but I couldn't tell what she was typing. After a few angry grunts and pounding her fist on the table, which startled me to the point of almost screaming, she got up and left. After I was certain she was out of the room, I got out from my hiding place and went over to the computer. Fortunately, she hadn't logged out, so I could check to see what she was up to. The computer had access to the locked doors on floor B2 and B3. Good to know, now I can go forward. But, how did that woman have access to the password that unlocked that computer? And who was she anyway? Was she like Barry, blackmailed by Wesker to do his dirty work? Then I remembered Barry and Wesker's conversation. Wesker had mentioned Jill, Barry was suppose to indirectly kill her, but did that mean she was on my side? I figured it would be best if I just didn't collide with them, and moved on.