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Alfred...
Where are you?
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[Talking aloud to herself as she paces back and forth, clearly in an agitated state.]
People not to kill: Alfred.
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[Written on a torn piece of paper that has been thrown on the floor.]
THAT BASTARD!
HOW DARE HE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!
DAMN HIM!
DAMN HIM!
DAMN HIM!
DAMN HIM! DAMN HIM DAMN HIM DAMN HIM DAMN HIM DAMN HIM DAMN HIM DAMN HIM DAMN HIM -
Diary Entry # 3
[ There are blood stains at the bottom of the page.]
Is it the virus that is forcing me to feel these urges?
Or is it something else?
As a scientist I know all about hormones, but I never thought that I, Alexia Ashford, could be bothered by something so base, so human
It's disgusting.
It's disgusting.
It's disgusting.
It's disgusting.
It's disgusting.
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Diary Entry # 2
How long was I asleep? Was it for fifteen years? It had to be. My body has grown older and the virus has not over taken me...
But if that is the case, why is my blood boiling? Why do my thoughts seem so confused? Perhaps an error was made at some point?
No. I can not think this way. I will not think this way.
I have work that must be done.
If I can not ( Read more... ) -
Self Discovery FTW
[ In the peaceful solitude of her room, Alexia has happened upon a self discovery. That is, she has finally undergone her transformation. After accidentally burning off the dress she was currently wearing, and the mad dash to put out said fire, she stands before the mirror admiring her form.]
Oh! I've become even more beautiful than before. [She ( Read more... ) -
Diary Entry #1
[ Locked away in a room that looks very much like her childhood bedroom, she sits down at the desk and begins to write in a small notebook]
Dear diary,
This place is very very annoying. All sorts of misguided miscreants running about, doing as they please. That worthless filth Wesker is running around, but he looks somewhat different from how I last ( Read more... )