|Claire的獨白Monologue of Claire||Stage5|
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 entire island and every life form will die out. Soon I will be nothing more than a soulless bag of meat controlled
completed 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 cell 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 eight eyes.
Don't hesitate. Now, fulfill your urge, and let nature take its course as you sink your beautiful fangs into me.
Here is a brief report on 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 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 its 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
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.
T-virus will soon destroy everything. Son, I was in.............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.............virus controls it, and comes out to spread the virus.............number
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.............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.............I can't hide what I've been doing. All I can do is
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...........your father will be dead by then.
I love you, my..............
Sent：Thursday December 28.
1998 0:59 AM
Subject：Encounter with the T-veronica
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 suppressed. 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 evolve
to accommodate any environmental 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 flamethrower. 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.
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, and my heart is thumping in my throat.
The dream is fading away rapidly, just like a dream away does.
Them only the memory of fear and deep sorrow remain. To my surprise, I seem to here 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've safe, for we got away from the cause of so much fear and sorrow.
I can see the warm sunlight coming into the cockpit, as if 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 a 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 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 he 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 was become louder and louder like the noise from a swinging as, and I
realize that I'm walking up.
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