Family Picture & Notes (Resident Evil Remake)

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A family picture and notes

There's something written on the back.

Nov. 10, 1967
-Progenitor virus administered

• Jessica
  Administered virus: Type-A
  
  Plasmolyzing of tissue during cell activation.
  
  Virus fusion: Negative
  
  Action: Disposed
  
  
  
• Lisa
  
  Administered virus: Type-B
  
  Plasmolyzing of tissue during cell activation.
  
  Virus fusion: Positive but delayed fusion.
  
  Body modification: Observed constant results.
  
  Status: Continue protective observation.
  
  
  
• George
  Action: Terminated (Nov. 30, 1967)

There's a journal left by someone.

Nov. 14, 1967

I feel dizzy after that shot they gave me. I don't see Mom. Where did they take her?
She promised that we would escape together. Did she escape alone and leave me behind?


Nov. 15, 1967

I found Mom. We ate together. I was very happy.

But she was a fake. Not my real Mom. Same face but different inside.

Have to find Mom. Have to give face back to mother.

I got Mom's face back.
Nobody can have my Mom except me. I attach her face to me so she doesn't go away.
Because Mom sad when I meet her without her face.


Nov. 17, 19 7

from inside box, scent of mommy. maybe true mother there.
stone box hard. It hurt. steel rope in the way.
can't see mother becuz 4 stones.


19

dadddy atached first
momm atached scond

iNside reD and sLimy
whiTe and haRd

not true moM wheRe

dunno dadd
found mum again

whne atachd momMy
she moved no more
she screaming

why?
Jst want to b with her


4

mom
where?

I mis yuo

It's a letter.

To my Lisa,

Day by day I can feel my consciousness drifting further and further away.
The shots given to me by men in white clothes made some of mommy's itching go away. Today they gave me another shot saying it was "nutrition".

When they give me the shots mommy can think straight, but mommy's shocked and sad because mommy's unable to think of you all the time.

Mommy's afraid. Afraid of forgetting everything, especially the memories of you and daddy... What your faces look like, how we used to be together... They're all starting to disappear into somewhere dark in my mind.

Oh Lisa, I wish I could touch your face and hold you in my arms right now, so that I can hold on to our wonderful memories of you and daddy.

Lisa we can't stay here any longer. We have to escape!

Listen to me Lisa. Our chance to escape is the next time we go to that lab together. We'll both pretend that we are both unconscious and when that man in white clothes is off guard that will be our chance.

When we're on the outside, let's look for daddy together. Okay sweetie? Be strong, Lisa.

Nov. 13, 1967
Jessica Trevor