Post by Ghosty on Mar 23, 2008 19:54:51 GMT -5
A Resident Evil: Survivor Story...
October 1998
First Entry…
Darkness. Never again will we feel the suns natural light in this place. The only sound besides water dripping over stone or rock is anguished cries or screaming for help. No one will come for them. Only the men in white suits with an umbrella logo donning masks, but they only come when HE wants us. We are forgotten. The failures. The undying. We will go on living until our bodies can no longer take the experiments, or when old age catches up… but that’s too long to wait. Who’s to say we can ever die of old age, after what we’ve been through. Only time will tell…
And not all of us are willing to wait that long…
Second Entry…
Poorly lit lamps are the only source, and the closest thing we have to sunlight. They hang in the hallway in front of each cell, and not all of them work properly. Some flicker, which causes more annoyance than anything. It’d be better if they’d get someone down here to fix that problem or just take out the bulb, but that’s not likely. No one comes here unless they have to take one of us back to the Facility. We’re older experiments, that by some unknown reason, continue to live… I hardly call it luck that we’re still alive. We’d be lucky if we could get out of here and go back home…
Third Entry…
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Another day, gone. She thought to herself as she scratches a small mark onto the surface of a stone wall. Five years, four months, twenty-eight days and counting. Slowly rising, the young woman takes a couple steps back and gazes up at her work. Hundreds of nicks cover almost the entire surface of her small enclosure, ranging in many different sizes. Each indicating the number of days she’s been a prisoner…
“Hey!” A deep voice calls from across the room behind her, obviously male. “You finally run out of space yet?”
Sure, when I’ve dropped dead. Turning, she flashes him a more than friendly smile, “Nope, I’ve got enough to last me a year or two. Maybe.” Her smile fades and she gives him a serious look, “Why?”
“Well, in that case, you wanna start counting my days too?” Leaning against his cell wall, a big grin creeps it’s way onto his lips and quickly disappears, “I hate looking in your direction, Lishe. That wall of yours is depressing enough...”
“No ones forcing you to look this way, Jack.” Lishe’s amber hued eyes soften as she turns away.
“Yeah, well it’s not like I have anyone else to talk to. Also, it’s hard not to when every time I turn around, it’s staring right at me…”
Jack pauses, forcing Lishe to look over her shoulder to see if he’s done talking. “We’ve known each other how long now? Five years?”
Lishe studies the wall again, “A little over four.” She sighs as she walks towards it and lightly places her hand on the surface, feeling a deep gouge mark she had put there.
“Tch.” He looks down at his feet. “Close enough.”
I’m twenty-two this year. I was fourteen when I was kidnapped by Umbrella and confined to a different lab facility for three years before I was transferred to Sheena Island. Five years have passed since. I’m only one of hundreds that had been taken, but one of few that survived into adulthood. There are three of us here that was removed from the main prisoner district, and placed in this undeveloped cellblock somewhere on the island. I was the first to arrive, and the others came shortly after. I‘m not sure if we are fortunate to be alive, but so long as we are, we’re Goldman’s research pets…
Her gaze travels toward the dark cell across from hers, where a single ceiling lamp flickers in front of a hunched silhouette; the light glancing off the scales protruding from it’s back. It stands facing the windowless wall, the shadows obscuring most of its features. Only the sounds of reptilian clicking can be heard…
Charlie… An expression of apology overshadows Lishe.
