Resident Evil Gun Survivor 2 Files
Report 1: Diary of Chief Warden
Only a few hours remain for me as a conscious human being. This will be the final entry in my diary. I won’t waste precious moments whining about what could’ve been. Who dropped the ball this time? Ah well, what’s done is done. In 48 hours the virus will contaminate this
entire island and every life form will die out. Soon I will be nothing more than completely by the virus.
She is my last hope. My invincible lover, Neticia. I first met you in an empty solitary cell. You had innocently chosen that spot to make your web, a place to call home, though there was no food for you to catch. I wonder why I fell for you…Perhaps it was because I sensed
we were kindred spirits, choosing to live our lives in some sheltered corner secluded from others…I diligently kept feeding you with moths and roaches. Watching you wrap their bodies and suck out their fluids relaxed me. I noticed how you had grown, but I wanted you to be bigger and stronger. That’s why I started to steal bodies for you. There was no harm in it, after all they were the dead remnants from various experiments, no longer useful and left to
be disposed of secretly.
So I did just that, by feeding you. The effect of the virus on you was astounding, and in no time you had become as big as a man. Then, when I ran out of food, I sent a prisoner to the cell. They would be tortured to death by Alfred anyway. No one cared if a few went missing… At last you have grown too big to live in a cell. Now I let you crawl loose in the prison. The ceiling has become your nesting place and you’ve begun to devour prisoners and prison officers at random. No one will be able to destroy my lover. You are far more powerful than that annoying Alfred, your fangs are sharp enough to slice his empty little head off with one bite. All those memories…they’ll be gone. My whole body has been infected with the virus. Now I’m hearing the noise you make when you crawl on the ceiling with your eight slender legs. Neticia. I guess you have eaten your food up. I guess the hunger is urging you. My dear Netty… Kill everyone. Destroy everything. Devour all. The meaning of the world will be lost when I die. I know you are gazing at me with your urge, and let nature take it’s course as you sink your beautiful fangs into me…
Report 2: Inspection Report
A letter sent to the commander of the Lock Fort (Rockfort) Island from an inspector of Umbrella
Here is a brief report of what we have found so far.
Our undercover agents have yet to crack the identity of the spy working for H.C.F. however based on the D-files obtained in Geneva. We are certain he is on Lock Fort (Rockfort) Island and has gained full access to all areas of personnel. Our men have been on the case for three months now and I assure you this matter will be dealt with swiftly and quietly once we have identified our target. Our sources inform us that he has joined forces with our enemy, plotting some sort of offensive attack. Few details are known at this time but we do know that they have succeeded in duplicating the prototype.
Given the new urgency of this situation I have taken the liberty of sending you a special gift. Nemesis Type T the latest B.O.W. was created in the States and has set the world on fire with it’s performance in Raccoon City. Since everything about it is completely confidential including its budget and inventory controls there will be no shipping record. The package is hidden in amongst other materials in a routine shipment.
All evidence of this transaction must be destroyed with the utmost discretion and any knowledge of it will die with you and me.
Nemesis T is programmed to set loose once an emergency is detected. There is no other way to activate it. Regard it as a talisman and use only as your last resort.
Report 3: Message On The Wall
(This file contains unreadable sections, each one of those will be denoted as (unreadable) where the file can’t be read)
A message written on a wall in the training facility.
T-Virus will soon destroy everything
Son, I was in (unreadable) know how dreadful the virus is. Once the virus infects a certain percentage of the island, it cannot be reversed or stopped.
Remember that once it enters into the body (unreadable)des virus controls it, and comes out to spread the virus (unreadable) number will explode.
I can’t ask you to forgive me, as you have said your mother was killed because of me. That is a truth that I can’t deny (unreadable) I can only regret what I have done, I can’t understand
why things went in this way and what really went wrong.
I can admit that I was not a good father to you, but I’ve loved (unreadable).
I can’t hide what I’ve been doing.
I can’t undo what I’ve done.
All I can do is to pray that you live.
I think you know better than to come back here. However, if you are reading this, it means that you are still here.
You must leave as soon as possible! This place will be wiped (unreadable) your father will be dead by then.
I love you my son.
Report 4: An E-Mail From An Agent
An email sent from a secret agent to their base.
From: Scarlet Eve [SMTP: email@example.com ]
Sent: Thursday, December 28 1998 0:59 AM
To: Golden Sheep
Subject: Encounter with the T-Veronica
Report: 1st Encounter
During our mission on Lock Fort Island, we have encountered a carrier who was infected by the T-Veronica virus. It seems that the Poisonous Mushroom had hidden the T-Veronica on the island. Due to the third level of biohazard caused by our sabotage mission, we have seized control of 90% of the establishment and the organization on the island. Any form of an organized effort of resistance has already been supressed. Note that the T-Veronica carrier bore a close resemblance to Alexia, daughter of Ashford family.
22:40: Same Day-2nd Encounter
Our second encounter erupted into a close range combat with a unit of our agents and 2 units of Hunters. They ended up to be wiped out within three minutes.
In my opinion, the potential of the T-Veronica carrier is beyond comprehension. It has the ability to transform in order to accommodate a hostile element. For defensive purposes, it transforms its skin into armor to protect its body against bullets. It is assumed that the T-Veronica carrier can evolved to accommodate any enviromental change. The blood of the T-Veronica carrier seems to catch fire once it is aerated. When it attacks by spraying its blood, it’s more powerful than a flamethrowe. Survival rate against this type of weapon is very low since the T-Veronica carrier pursues its victims with the intelligence of a human.
SUMMARY: Survival rate against an enemy of this potential is extremely low.
Report 5: Monologue of Claire
I seem to have fallen asleep in spite of myself. The sound of the turbo engine of the V-Tol has woken me up. I was dreaming. No I was having a terrible nightmare. I’m drenched in sweat, snd my heart is thumping in my throat.
The dream is fading away rapidly, just like a dream always does. Then only the memory of fear and deep sorrow remain. To my surprise, I seem to have been crying. In the cockpit,
Steve is controlling the plane, The nightmare has gone far behind. What do I have to fear? Why should I be sad? We’re safe, for we got away from the cause of so much fear and sorrow. The island…
I can see the warm sunlight coming into the cockpit, as it erases the darkness. There are dolphins jumping on the surface of the sea below, However ,the fragments of the nightmare never leave my mind. The scenes I dreamed of are surfacing one by one. I was dreaming of the island… I was fighting just like I did a while ago, just like I did together with Steve. But the dream was about to unfold in a different way in the worst way. My farewell to Steve… That is reality that could’ve happened… if anything had gone wrong… But it didn’t. We won this future. We have escaped from the island of death. It’s time I forgot the nightmare. It’s time I talked with Steve. The sky is bright with sunlight.
It’s becoming brighter and brighter. I wonder why doesn’t turn around? Now it’s too bright,
as if I’m in a white blanket of fog.
Was it just a dream? I don’t know… I’m in a white blanket.
I wonder why he doesn’t turn around. Is what I believe to be reality real? The steady sound of the engine of the V-Tol has become louder and louder like the noise from a swinging ax, and I realize that I’m waking up.