Dispatch Bravo Team to sweep the northwestern Raccoon Forest area for signs of a possible cult of crazed murderers {occult relation possible}. Victims show signs of struggle and mastication {partially eaten}. Strange reports from local witnesses describe a group of roughly ten suspected individuals emerging from and returning to the forest and mountains surrounding the town. Concentrate sweeps via helicopter surveillance along the northwest woodlands.

Source: Resident Evil Zero Official Strategy Guide by Dan Birlew {Bradygames}

S.T.A.R.S. NEWSPAPER CLIPPING (Jump to next...)


S.T.A.R.S. is a privately funded organisation within law enforcement, recruiting top agents and officers for special investigations of the highest intensity. The first S.T.A.R.S. team was established in New York City to investigate a rash of occult-related homicides in the famous summer of 1967. Since then, S.T.A.R.S. teams have been established in a number of major metroplian areas, and are responsible for solving a vast number of difficult cases. All S.T.A.R.S. members undergo extensive combat training or bear a record of previous combat experience.
Albert Wesker and Barry Burton established the Raccoon City chapter of S.T.A.R.S. only a few short months ago, and new members are being recruited quickly to contend with the crisis arising just outside of town.

Source: Resident Evil Zero Official Strategy Guide by Dan Birlew {Bradygames}


Established in the late 1960's by prominent royal descendants Ozwell E. Spencer and Edward Ashford, Umbrella Inc. is the world's leading producer of top pharmaceutical goods and medical supplies. Throughout the past few decades, Umbrella has built several factories and facilities, and it employs more than half of the population of Raccoon City. This is the public side of Umbrella, which is a front operation for the true purpose of the company. Umbrella uses its legitimate status to carry out secret research of bio-organic weapons, developed through use of a unique virus discovered by the company's founders shortly after World War II.

Source: Resident Evil Zero Official Strategy Guide by Dan Birlew {Bradygames}

REBECCA'S DIARY  (Jump to next...)

{Recorded post-incident}

July 23rd 1998, 10:25pm

1. I'm so excited, it's my first mission as field medic on the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team! I certainly hope my comerades can benefit from my assistance. But our mission is disturbing...Murderers roam the forest? Perhaps we can finally answer that question and solve this case for the benefit of the community.
Still, I wonder if it was a good idea for Captain Marini to split us up after we discovered that wrecked MP vehicle and those dead soldiers? If there really is an escaped military convict in these woods, we might be unable to arrest him individually.
Wait, what is that object beyond the trees? Is that a train? Why is it parked out here in the middle of the woods? If we are to get to the bottom of this case, I have to be brave and investigate...

2. I have no idea how many miles we travelled on that nightmare train. I don't know why those passengers turned into monsters and attacked. But i'm glad the prisoner, Billy Coen, worked with me to activate the emergency brakes in time. He helped save both our lives. But we're stranded now, in some unknown building in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by festering demons. I wonder how my comerades in Bravo Team are doing. Will I ever rejoin them? And the convicted well can I rely on someone who could hurt so many people, even if he is the only other human being in this desperate situation?

3. Hours have passed, and we still can't find a way out of this facility. What was the Umbrella Corporation doing in this foreboding place? Why all the security locks, secret passages and traps? This seems less like a training facility for new employees and more like a house of unspeakable horrors. My sense of dread continues to grow as we encounter more and more members of Umbrella's First Investigation Unit, turned into creepy zombies. If Umbrella's own personnel had no chance to survive, how can we live through this night?
Lieutenant Coen has proved to be a valuable ally in almost every situation. I will never forget being trapped in that mutant monster's claws. I was sure it was all over, yet Billy risked his own life to save me. How did he kill all those people? It must be some kind of mistake! I have tried to find out the truth about him, and I think we also need to find out what happened to the mysterious Dr. Marcus. Did he really disappear, or could he still be here after all these years?

4. Again, a man who is a complete mystery to me has saved my life. I have to let go of my apprehensions and trust him. Billy really is a loyal and caring person. I just wish he wasn't a fugitive from justice, because he would make an excellent S.T.A.R.S. officer.
The key we found in the horrible basement of this place should enable us to return to the upper levels of the facility and search new areas to find a way out of here!

5. Finally, we've escaped from that training facility. The equipment and weapons we've come to depend on are heavy and hard to carry, but lugging them from place to place is better than being caught off guard.
Although we've left one doomed building, an even more ominous place looms just ahead. What could possibly be the connection between the Umbrella Corporation and a church of all places? Hopefully, there's no connection whatsoever, but nothing is as it seems anymore. This is all like some unreal nightmare, but it is definitely happening...

6. In spite of how hopeless it looks, I can only hope that Bily survived the attack and that I can find him somewhere on the other end of the cable car line. On my own, managing my weapons and finding some means of escape isn't going to be easy. I just have to take deep breaths and count on the inheritance left to me by that poor man who died on the cable car. Billy must be alive! He must be...

7. Still no sign of Billy, and tangling with that overgrown zombie didn't help one bit. He must be trapped in the lower levels of this facility...but just how deep underground does it go?
While it was a relief to be reunited with the Captain, I can't shake this sense of dread. Something awful is going to happen, and if I don't move fast, I might be too late to prevent it!

Source: Resident Evil Zero Official Strategy Guide by Dan Birlew {Bradygames}


NICHOLAI'S REPORT  (Jump to next...)

October 13th 1998

To: Lord Ashford, Commander-in-Chief, Rockfort Island Prison Facility.

From: UBCS Commander N. Ginovaef.

Sir Alfred,

I am sending this letter per your request to relate the information I was able to gather during the events that occurred in the town that was recently sterilized by nuclear bombardment, Raccoon City. This document also contains a warning being issued company-wide regarding the surviving members of the Raccoon City Police Department’s S.T.A.R.S unit. The acronym stands for “Special Tactics and Rescue Service”.

As ordered, I led my Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Services rescue team into the quarantine zone to engage the infected population in armed combat. I successfully convinced my men to believe that we were infiltrating the contaminated area to attempt to find and rescue uninfected civilians during the crisis. As expected, the entire team was wiped out during ground combat with T-Virus infected monsters. The virus had spread so quickly to such a large number of the population that the U.B.C.S team was overwhelmed, almost immediately after landing via helicopter. In addition to the small amount of Bio-Organic-Weapon data I was able to obtain, the short amount of time it took for the zombies to eradicate my team should make you and the Board feel secure in the success of the company’s T-Virus.

During the contamination crisis I was able to search the Umbrella Sales Office that served as a front operation in Raccoon City and procure files containing the following information:

1. The initial contamination event was caused by an outbreak of the T-Virus at the Spencer Mansion. I was not able to ascertain the exact cause of the outbreak, but documents speculated that Dr James Marcus, who was thought to have died several years ago, might have orchestrated the accident. Dr Marcus reportedly died {a second time} the day before the destruction of the mansion.

2. Umbrella researcher Albert Wesker faithfully executed his orders to cover up the outbreak at the mansion and lead the S.T.A.R.S members into the zone to engage the B.O.W in combat. However, several of the S.T.A.R.S team members were able to escape the mansion before Wesker destroyed the facility. Wesker was reported dead, killed by his own beloved Tyrant prototype. However, we both know this information cannot be true. Wesker is probably alive. His failure to contact Umbrella following the incident means he is working with outside agencies or for himself as a rogue operative.

3. The S.T.A.R.S team members who escaped the mansion attempted to disclose information to the public regarding Umbrella Inc’s involvement in the outbreak incident. The surviving members of this police unit are Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton and Rebecca Chambers. I encountered the girl Valentine while navigating through the infested city. If she was able to escape the town before the nuclear missile strike, it means that she was skilled enough to survive two outbreaks of the T-virus! If the rest of the S.T.A.R.S members are as talented, then these people pose the highest possible threat to Umbrella’s ongoing research and operations. They must be found and eliminated immediately.

4. The second T-Virus outbreak was caused by poor sanitation conditions in the Umbrella research material disposal facility, code named “Dead Factory”. In the future, the company must take greater precautions in the liquidation of viral test subjects.

In further investigation since my escape from Raccoon City, I have determined the following information:

5. The Umbrella Special Forces Unit assigned to obtain Dr. William Birkin’s new G-Virus was eliminated as feared. I found their bodies in the sewers. Apparently Birkin injected himself with his own virus, and mutated into a monster. Then he hunted down and killed the Special Forces agents. Only one man, a rather virile and durable soldier code named “HUNK”, was able to escape with a sample. He was unsuccessful in recovering the GVirus antidote. His poor attitude regarding the incident has been noted in his personal record. Agent “HUNK” will report for remedial duty there on Rockfort Island as requested.

6. A girl named Claire Redfield infiltrated the Birkin laboratory and obtained the G-virus antidote. However, she reportedly used it to save Birkin’s child. Apparently Birkin infected his own daughter. The girl was reportedly saved, but this strange behaviour of the G-virulent subject should be studied further before more experiments are conducted.

Furthermore, I must warn you of a possible threat to all Umbrella facilities. The background check requested by Mr. Spencer confirms that Claire Redfield is the younger sister of Chris Redfield. She may have entered Raccoon City in search of her brother. The current whereabouts of Chris Redfield and Claire Redfield are unknown. It can be predicted that if the sister has not yet found the brother, she will continue looking for him by seeking to enter other Umbrella buildings and facilities. Please prepare your soldiers regarding this threat, so that the Redfield siblings do not infiltrate the Rockfort Island facility undetected.


Nicholai Ginovaef

U.B.C.S Commander.

Source: Resident Evil: Code Veronica X Official Strategy Guide By Dan Birlew {Bradygames}

RACCOON CITY PRESS EVENING EDITION; 07/24/98 (Jump to next...)


A Raccoon City Police Department spokesman revealed that a patrol helicopter carrying the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, part of Raccoon City's special forces, has been missing as of the morning of the 24th.
Police confirmed in a press statement that Bravo Team had been dispatched to investigate the string of mysterious disappearances occuring in the Arklay Mountains.
However, barring a final transmission recieved in the early morning, there has been no further contact.
The police suspect that the team has encountered some kind of trouble, and request that any possible eye-witnesses cooperate by sharing anything they may have seen.
In the meantime, they are considering sending out the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team as early as this evening to search for the missing Bravo Team.
This latest incident will surely serve only to further frighten the populace, who are already extremely anxious following an increasing number of gruesome murders near Raccoon City in recent years.

Source: Resident Evil Archives: Resident Evil - game manual.


BIOHAZARD 2 DRAMA CD 〜Ada the Spy is Alive〜 (Jump to next...)

Summary of events and characters

The main characters are as follows:

Ada Wong: A corporate spy working for an unnamed organization.
Commandant Jacob: Captain of Unit 405 of the French Air Force's 21st Airborne Division, 33 years old.
Corporal Philippe Raoul: One of Jacob's subordinates, 26 years old.
Corporal Gaston: Another of Jacob's subordinates, 24 years old and certainly more brawn than brain.
Corporal Joel: The unit's pilot, 24 years old, and kind of has the hots for Jacob as he really enjoys being bossed around by him. I think those two would have been the series most promising couple yet, hadn't he been eaten by zombies. Whoops, spoiler.
Christine Henri: Umbrella's French Branch Facility Director, ruling over an old castle. Also, totally nuts.

The First Night "The French Force Dispatch"

On October 5th, 1998, Unit 405 of the French Air Force's 21st Airborne Division arrives in Loire Village. According to reports they received, an unidentified infectuous disease has broken out and annihilated the population, leaving not a single survivor. The operation code is "Loire Tigre" and the unit's orders are to completely burn down Loire Village with napalm bombs. Just as they turned the place into a sea of flames, Philippe sees a woman running towards a church. She wears a red battle suit and has a gun. Jacob seems to be very surprised upon looking at her with the binoculars. Then suddenly, the roof of the church collapses and buries her beneath.

Despite Joel's warning, Unit 405 lands on the village square that lies in flames. Joel stays in the helicopter so they can take off at any time and Jacob sends Philippe and Gaston out to rescue the woman, while he gets in contact with the Operation Command Headquarters, informing them about the survivor, and then, after backing off a few steps, asking if the woman's description applies to "A of file number 43".

After dragging the unconscious woman out of the rubble, Gaston remarks that she doesn't look very French to him, but rather Chinese or Taiwanese. Meanwhile, Jacob ended the radio transmission and gets back to his two subordinates, telling Philippe to rid her of the gun as they don't know who she is. Just as they are about to return to the helicopter with the survivor, it explodes. A collapsing building crushed it, though Joel managed to jump out of the cockpit in time. Jacob instructs Philippe to get in contact with the headquarters and ask for help, which he can't reach. Joel left the map in the helicopter, but Jacob remembers that there is a forest south of the village. As the woman wakes up, they all escape there.

She is questioned by Jacob about who she is and what she did in the village, but does not answer. After wandering about for a while, the team meets a group of people. Joel thinks that they are more survivors from Loire Village hiding in the forest and runs towards them. He notices their decayed flesh too late and gets eaten alive by the zombies. The woman asks for her gun, gets it back and instructs the others to shoot them in the head. Killing some of the zombies, they eventually retreat to a mountain stream.

There, Philippe wants to know more about what just happened. Jacob says he didn't reveal everything to them and then tells them the story of Raccoon City. He also reveals the woman's name as Ada Wong and knows that she escaped from there. Philippe wants to know how the t-Virus got from America to France in just a few days, to which Jacob responds that Loire Village was annihilated as soon as she appeared there, so it would be better to ask her. Philippe draws the conclusion that Ada must have brought it there, which she denies. Jacob instructs Philippe to keep contacting the headquarters, eventually changing the frequency. He then hears a female voice over the radio, introducing herself as a member of the Lisieux Village Police Department in the Arles District. Philippe asks for a rescue team, but she says that they don't have resources at the moment as they are a very small department. Jacob takes over and asks where they could possibly retreat to to call help themselves, to which the woman suggests the old castle of Count Henry that is located west of their current location. She says there will be an executive and a telephone there. As they depart, Jacob tells Gaston to keep an eye on Ada and to shoot her in the foot if she tries to run away. They arrive at the castle and enter it. Suddenly, the door closes behind them and they are trapped.

The Second Night "The Old Castle of Nightmares"

Bloodstains are on the wall and on the floor. Jacob gets in contact with the Lisieux Village Police Department again. The woman tells them that there was an incident in the castle five years ago. Count Henry, the previous landlord went insane and killed his eight employees with an axe. Furthermore, she says that there should still be a map of the building that was used in the investigation back then, and that she'll be looking for it. Jacob ends the transmission and, in typical BIOHAZARD fashion, the team splits up. Jacob and Gaston go to examine the castle, while Philippe stays in the entrance hall and keeps an eye on Ada.

He lights himself a cigarette and tries to start a conversation with Ada, who still doesn't answer at first. He then brings up the topic of Raccoon City again, to which she responds that the t-Virus was responsible for the death of over 20,000 people in ten days only. All of a sudden, they hear shots. They quickly run to where the other two had gone and descend a flight of stairs to an underground passage. They find Gaston, dead...with some pieces of him missing. Jacob is nowhere to be seen. But they don't have time to mourn over this tragic loss as they are attacked by a group of Cerberuseses. Meanwhile, the woman from Lisieux Village has found the map and guides the two escapees to a banquet hall, a beautiful room with chandeliers and a piano. Philippe asks for the next instructions over the radio, but doesn't get an answer...just as a shrill laughter emerges from the stairs to the second floor. A young woman comes down and greets the two protagonists, introducing herself as Christine Henri. She mimics the voice of the woman from Lisieux Village, revealing that it was her all along. She tells them that the counts of the Henry family have been executives at Umbrella Pharmaceutical for generations and that this castle is the company's secret French branch.

She goes on to tell them that, on October 2nd, HUNK and his men arrived in Loire Village to deliver the G-Virus, along with some t-Virus samples. Ada Wong was also there to seize the G-Virus sample recovered by HUNK and engaged him and his men in a battle, which eventually lead to the t-Virus leak. Everyone except for Ada was killed (take this, HUNK fanboys!), she took the G-Virus, and then, for stupid reasons never elaborated on, did not escape while all of the 1,200 inhabitants were gradually turned into zombies. Christine demands Ada to hand over the G-Virus she is hiding, but she denies having it.

The Third Night "Leon..."

Just as Christine is about to kill them, Jacob makes an entrance and shoots her. In great pain, Christine is shocked about Jacob's betrayal and reveals that he promised her the army would cooperate with Umbrella. He says that he can use the virus for his own ends if he gets it back now. Jacob shoots at Christine again, who falls through a window and into the garden. He orders Philippe to search Ada's body for the virus and give it to him. Philippe refuses and Jacob counters that a corpse would probably be much easier to examine. He fires his machine gun but Philippe tackles him and he drops his weapon. At Philippe's behest, Ada grabs the machine gun and the pistol and runs, while Philippe strikes Jacob another time and follows her.

After a while, the two rest for a moment as the floor beneath them begins to descend. They are on a turntable which eventually leads them to an underground research facility. Much to Ada's surprise, it looks exactly like the one in Raccoon City. A shrill laughter comes from one of the speakers: Christine is alive and reveals that this is the place where William and Annette initially conducted their G-Virus research. She opens a hatch, researcher zombies come out (Umbrella never understood the concept of human capital, huh?), and again demands Ada to give the G-Virus back. After a few shots, Philippe kicks open one of the doors and flees with Ada. Now they hear Jacob's voice, hiding somewhere in the room and demanding Philippe again to search Ada for the G-Virus. Christine says that she'll never let Jacob get his hands on the G-Virus and that Ada may have escaped from Raccoon City with Leon, but this time she won't. More Cerberusesesiii attack. Philippe and Ada decide to split, but then, suddenly, she slips and falls off of the connection bridge. That same one. Again. How much stupidity can a single spy house? Silence.

Then, Ada hears a male voice...Leon's voice, uttering one of the BIOHAZARD 2 lines again: "I'm a police officer. It is my duty to protect you." Ada tells him to stop, but Leon keeps saying her name. As she regains consciousness, she hears Philippe's voice. They are in a warehouse and Philippe asks her about Leon, because she kept saying his name.

The scene changes to Christine in the observation room, trying to find the two protagonists' whereabouts with the monitors. She discovers them, but Jacob comes into the room and fires one last pistol shot, killing her. He turns on the speaker and tells Philippe that Christine died and that only they remain. Apparently, the militaries of many states are interested in the G-Virus and Jacob will sell it to the highest bidder. He was in cahoots with Christine all along, but decided that it would be more profitable to just keep everything for himself. Philippe expresses his disgust for Jacob's betrayal, upon which he reveals that he graduated as the best of his military academy and then was sent to a rural air force. He asks Philippe if he told Ada who he really was on the other end, a thug. Drug trafficking, harassment, robbery: Philippe did it all. His younger brother Paul, however, was very different. At the age of twenty, he was a second lieutenant, joined the United Nations forces and was very active in Africa. He was always worried about Philippe and wanted to persuade him to join the army. Then, three years ago, an incident occurred. Philippe went to Africa and "killed" his brother. Upon hearing this again, he loses his temper and shoots one of the speakers and the camera. Jacob goes on with the story. Philippe visited his brother in Africa after a long time. They had a great evening, made jokes, met women, were drinking lots... Philippe drove the car and caused an accident. His brother died while Philippe and the women were only slightly injured. That event made him join the army, to seek redemption for his brother's death. And that is exactly the reason why he wants to protect Ada (well, at least no cheesy love story this time around...). More zombies appear, but Philippe is determined to escape with Ada.

The Fourth Night "Come Back to Life, Ada!"

Ada has 13 bullets left, Philippe has 20. He asks her if there is some kind of escape route, to which she replies that if the research facility really is identical to that in Raccoon City, there should be a freight train. Philippe shoots some of his bullets, but Ada warns him to keep his calm. He says that it is his duty as a soldier to protect human life, even if he dies.

Ada has a recollection of Leon who utters almost the same line. She is hopelessly in love with him, though she begs him to leave her alone. She has no right to love.

The reality kicks back in. Philippe asks her what the matter is, but she says it's nothing. Over the speaker, Jacob gives Philippe his last order: To steal the G-Virus from Ada, or else he will take him to a military tribunal. Philippe finds this pretty hilarious (so do I). But, nevertheless, he wants to know if Ada really has the G-Virus, who eventually admits it. Suddenly, a Licker comes through the shutter. They both shoot it, but Philippe runs out of bullets and gets fatally wounded before Ada can finish it off. They retreat to some sort of laboratory.

Philippe tells Ada to run, but she refuses to leave him behind. He asks Ada about her lover once more. She starts explaining how they are enemies because Leon is a police officer and she is a spy. Two months ago, an organization ordered her to get the G-Virus. But at the time she arrived in Raccoon City, the inhabitants had already turned into zombies and there was no way to retrieve it. She continues the story with the meeting with Leon, and how he risked his life to protect her. She couldn't tell him that she was a spy until the very end. She couldn't bear it, staged her death and ran from him. To this day, Leon still thinks that Ada died and is still fighting against Umbrella. Philippe then concludes that she re-entered the spy business to forget him, which Ada confirms. But then he revokes his statement. He thinks that she only made the decision to become a spy again, to chase Umbrella, in the hope of meeting Leon again. He tells her to get used to being weak, to listen to her feelings and to go to Leon. To redeem herself, like he always tried. Philippe did not only enter the army because he was seeking redemption for the accident that killed his brother. The day after Paul died, a funeral was held at his base and Philippe attended. "Who else do you think attended? ... African children., twenty aboriginal children came and gathered in front of his grave. They folded their hands and cried bitterly..." Paul became a soldier to protect people with his life. These little children and much more people from many countries, he protected them no matter the danger. Philippe connected with his brother's intentions and decided to join the army. When you're in love, you have to be weak and listen to your feelings, not run from them. Ada understands. With his last breath, Philippe asks her to give him the G-Virus since she does not need it anymore. Ada removes her pendant that concealed the virus. Jacob witnesses the whole scene in the monitor room, loads his gun and leaves to retrieve the sample.

As Ada escapes from the research facility, an alarm is activated and a female voice tones from the speakers: "The automatic destruction device has been activated. The research facility will detonate in five minutes. All personnel evacuate." Ada deduces that Philip operated it.

Jacob finds his subordinate. Philippe injected himself with the G-Virus. Jacob tries to fight him but stands no chance.

Ada hears Jacob's death scream from the distance and leaves the research facility just seconds before the explosion.

While escaping on the train, we hear Ada's last words:

"Thank you Philippe... Leon... I'll come to you. Leon."


This alternate story takes place in the "Leon Normal / Claire Other" scenario combination, where Ada never retrieved the G-Virus as the pendant was thrown away by Claire and the capsule was disposed of by Leon. The pendant with the G-Virus that Ada wears is not flat-out confirmed to be Sherry's, but it is pretty obvious that it is meant to be the same one. Supposedly, HUNK retrieved the pendant (it never fell in the melting pot, after all) while Ada later got orders to interfere with the delivery in Loire Village to eventually get her hands on the G-Virus. In the end, Philippe injects himself with the sample and Umbrella never ends up getting the G-Virus, rendering the research results in GUNSURVIVOR4 BIOHAZARD HEROES NEVER DIE (which was also written by Sugimura and Miyashita) moot. Also, Ada finally quits the spy business here and goes to Leon, giving their love story closure.

Many thanks to Prime Blue for this.




This story is about a screen; about a powerful, invisible shield called Umbrella. It is of course, a purely hypothetical story.
Some countries in this world are referred to as ‘rogue states’. They say that they support terrorism, and that they are both militarily and economically placed under huge pressure. However, other countries are considered to be ‘developing a social network’ and receive every possible assistance.
There are still many people who are foolish enough to believe that a clear dividing line differentiates the good from the bad and the bad countries that are spawned by the good countries must be punished with a vengeance. These days, even a primary school child would know that such distinctions are completely arbitrary, and only on the basis of profit and power are these interests taken.
Who is good? Who is evil? Who has the power to decide? Ground water, which, depending on how you see it, perhaps not even the ‘good guys’ can be counted.

Figuratively speaking, a cold, poisonous rain patters onto our world. Because of this poison rain, we are all dependent on a screen in order to survive. Anyone who has found a place under this umbrella can anticipate as much support as possible. But those who are not under this umbrella will be declared a rogue state.

The beginning of this legend was in 1967 in the tower room of an old castle. The castle was owned by Ozwell E. Spencer, a Lord well known throughout Western European nobility. Lord Spencer had put parts of his castle under the disposal of a certain Dr. James Marcus who had for many years been in the employment of a prestigious Swiss university.
Marcus was discovered at this university thanks to his research about the extinct earth-antiquity of microbes to a very interesting virus. However, there was a conflict of interests between different groups inside the institute, of which Marcus found himself once again on the losing side. This led to him being sidelined and relegated to a meaningless position. This was due to a scandal which involved falsified test results, with Marcus stood at the end of the line with no one to pass the buck onto, despite him having nothing to do with the whole affair. But even this was not the end of his losing streak. His previously very generous research grants, which came largely from public funds, were radically cut back. The university did not prevent him from continuing his research; however, they refused him any further financial support. This was a clear sign to Marcus that his days at the institute were numbered.
In a seemingly hopeless situation, Marcus contacted his old friend Spencer and pleaded with him for financial support. Spencer responded promptly. He first made enquiries about Marcus’s research, and gave him an answer just a few days later. His offer was, however, subject to two conditions: First, Marcus would leave the university immediately. The Spencer foundation would occupy him with a much more generous salary than he had ever received from the university. Secondly, Marcus had to keep the final results of his research under strict secrecy. If these two conditions were met, Marcus would have state of the art lab facilities at his disposal and a place to live. Any contacts with the outside world were to be avoided if possible.
Well, Marcus probably would not have made this pact with the devil were it not for the fact he could immediately continue his research.
Spencer’s offer seemed very generous and he readily agreed. The two then employed another nobleman, a man named Edward Ashford. Marcus’s future was now secured, his epoch-making research could continue.
On the day when Marcus finally reaped the fruits of his years of work on microbes, he ran around purple-faced through the laboratory and was excited as a teenager would be before his first date.
“Please understand me, Ashford! This discovery will shake the world! It is nothing less than the fulfilment of an ancient dream of humanity!”
“I have sympathy for your feelings,” said Edward Ashford sleepily. He was slumped over his chair as he sat. “But to wake and get me up in the middle of the night from my sleep! What you believe, as I feel…”
“I beg you! Don’t imagine it like that! After all, this is about a miracle! The discovery of a miracle!”
“You know…”
Ashford looked for a moment at the ceiling.
“Lord Spencer is not here. He hates it if one bullies him. I am against most probably too good-natured.”
“All right. Nevertheless, Ashford, you have to watch this! Here!”
Marcus brought the image of the scanning electron microscope on the monitor. The otherwise pitch-black screen showed some objects resembling rice grains with tails.
“Look closely,” he said with the pride of a boy showing his best friend his most valuable toy. “These are E.Coli.”
Ashford was unimpressed. “Well you may be surprised, but I actually recognise…”
“I have killed them with the help of 0.1 ppm of chlorine.”
“I understand. So you have woken me up in the middle of the night to show me a dozen dead E.Coli?”
Marcus put his finger to his lips and pointed to the screen.
With a very thin needle, something was injected into the nucleus of the dead coliform bacteria. Amazingly the bacteria suddenly began to beat wildly in frenzy. More than that, they became longer and longer and eventually divided in the middle to form to separate parts.
“They divide, Ashford!”
Marcus had tears in his eyes. But Edward didn’t seem to share his excitement in the least.
“Doctor…” Edward’s voice indicated he was clearly annoyed. “It is surely not the first time that cells emerge from a state of apparent death and re-animate. Such a thing is even common in higher organisms, but…”
“Wrong, wrong,” interrupted Marcus, violently gesturing with his hands. “This is something completely different! These cells are not apparently dead! Their nuclei were destroyed completely, their cells completely perforated. They were completely dead, completely dead. And then, after I gave them our aforementioned virus – you know the original virus already and implanted it – they began to grow and multiply again!”
On the screen it was clearly visible, as the revival of the coli form of bacteria continued to increase with almost incredible speed. Edward stared at the image.
“Completely dead,” he murmured thoughtfully.
“Exactly. Without a doubt. Why would I lie? And everything is described in this document!”
Marcus handed Edward a thick wad of paper.
“Should I read it all now?”
“No. I will briefly explain it to you. You are not a layman. One look at the test results and you have understood what an amazing thing this is. So, what you see here are the old drawings of an experiment in which the Miller Experiment of 1953 has been recreated here more or less. I have a glass beaker with methane, ammonia, hydrogen and water vapour filled and hermetically sealed. Into this mix I gave ten units of the original virus, which previously was killed with 1ppm of chlorine. It has then been heated and exposed to an electrical discharge. Now, what do you believe was the outcome?”
“You’ve already told me. Basically, you have repeated the Miller experiment. I’m sorry, but the results of this experiment have been known for years.”
“Listen to me! In principle, it is the Miller experiment. He has simulated a primitive atmosphere and provided evidence that life could form in this atmosphere of organic compounds. And from this arose, ultimately, life. This is however, about something completely different! Well, to the point that from amino acids and proteins, nucleic acids occur in both experiments. But in my case the protein eventually becomes a structure with a membrane, which has begun to multiply by division.”
“Impossible. That can not be.”
It was only natural that Edward steadfastedly refused to believe Marcus. Simply because he had just claimed no less that he had successfully recreated in the laboratory, the birth of life on Earth 3.8 billion years ago.
“But it’s true. Full details of the experiment are described in detail in this paper. If you think that I am lying, just repeat it and examine it yourself. You can repeat it as many times as you like, the result will always be the same; the original virus causes the primitive DNA to arise from the protein soup.”
Edward wanted to believe it but still could not bring himself to. But the possibility that there may be something in this let the excitement from Marcus gradually skip over to him.
“You are right Marcus. We should tell Spencer.”
“Finally! Finally you understand!” Cried Marcus as Edward grabbed his right hand, beaming.
“Let us go immediately to Spencer.” Edward threw his overcoat over himself and took Marcus, still wearing his white lab coat, in tow. It was a memorable night. And the events of that night would finally lead towards the creation of the Umbrella Corporation.




"Who is afraid of Marcus? Nobody...", Dr. Birkin hummed while he worked the monitors. Beside him, Wesker had settled on the chair, but appeared to be neither interested in the monitors or the boisterous and merry-looking Birkin.

"He is nowhere to be seen. So he bailed."

The monitors continued to show constant changes in live images from all corners of the Umbrella Training Centre. Judging by these pictures, the training centre was a kind of haunted house in a way, which was teeming with ogres and monsters.

The first director of the training centre for future high-level personnel of the Umbrella Corporation had been just that, Dr. James Marcus. But before more detail can be revealed on the fate of the ill-fated scientist, it is necessary to say a few words about the international conglomerate Umbrella.
Everything began with the discovery of the 'proto-virus' in 1967. This discovery was one of the reasons for the rapid growth of Umbrella. It has to be assumed that this virus in ancient times made a crucial contribution to the emergence of life and death on earth. In other words, this original virus was the answer to the question of questions, a question whose answer has facinated scientists for centuries; the question of the origins of life.

In any case, the virus had the ability to mix genetic information to cause unique mutations. And it possessed the ability to transfer these altered genes into other organisms by infecting it and causing a fresh spontaneous mutation. This ability to transfer to spontaneous mutation functioned both between whole individuals and between individual cells. The original virus was one of the great discoveries of the century, but hardly anyone took any notice. And nowhere were the facts of this discovery ever published. But why?

Behind this wonderous discovery stood three men. Ozwald E. Spencer, a famous noble, Edward Ashford, also noble, and Dr. James Marcus, Spencer's friend from university times. Lord Spencer was the most inhuman man, which you can imagine. Although blessed from birth with wealth and prestige, he still suffered from a painful ambition, an insaitable greed for more. Spencer dreamed of ruling over everything and everyone. The whole world he wanted for himself. Anything less, simply would not satisfy him. Of the three, Spencer was the only one who really understood the potential power of the proto-virus over mankind. And it was only logical that he instigated the launching of Umbrella Corporation in order to feed his hunger for power. This differentiated his thinking and his attitude from the outset in principle to Ashford, who was concerned only about the reputation of his family, or from Marcus, who wanted simply to pursue his research with a vigour.

After its establishment, the Umbrella Corporation gave itself to the outside world the appearance of a globally operating pharmaceutical company. But secretly with the help of the research on the proto-virus they could significantly advance in the field of biological weaponry. Spencer's first goal was to dominate the arms market. In fact, the Umbrella Corporation grew like wildfire to a considerable size. This rapid growth had been fuelled mainly by the political power of the original virus as the ultimate threat.

While Marcus was one of the discoverers of the original virus, the rapid growth in size and power of Umbrella meant he was soon pushed to the sidelines. Power struggles and plots had never been one of his strengths. Spencer, however, was a true expert in fighting with hooks and eyes, and had an easy time dealing with Marcus. Almost overnight, Marcus was pulled out of all the company's planning and shifted to the post of Director of the company's own training center. The scientist immediately realised that this was done to remove him from the power centre of the group. But he never fought against his transfer because he knew he could gain something positive from it after all: There, in this remote training center in the woods, it would easily be possible to evade control by the central office and work quietly on his research. In a sense, therefore, Marcus was even grateful to Spencer for this transfer.

In his new workplace, Marcus worked diligently to create a new biogenetic weapon by implanting leeches with the original proto-virus. In addition, he devoted himself to the development of the T-Virus, an improved version of the original virus. That this would ultimately also benefit Spencer, Marcus was well aware, but he did not directly scruple to create a weapon. He was also still fascinated by the possibilities of the original virus.

For Marcus, his time as Director of the training centre was happy, as his goal had always been to explore and discover new things. Secretly he hoped to find something spectacular, and thanks to these new discoveries finally earn Spencer’s true recognition, and then with his honour restored, he could return to his rightful place at the centre of the company. But once the T-Virus was finally completed, Marcus discovered that he was, to Spencer, just a pawn in the game all along. The ominous came without warning. Marcus was approached on day in his lab by Albert Wesker and William Birkin; - two employees whom he trusted completely – and was murdered by them. The two were acting under the direct orders of Spencer.

Now ten years later, Birkin and Wesker were planning the reactivation of the training centre and had returned there. But at the place of their crime they found Marcus’ ‘ghost’ and all kinds of angry monsters in response. No wonder Birkin was frightened at the sights on the screens. Again and again was ‘Dr. Marcus of that time’ spotted on the monitors, as well as several bio-weapons created by Marcus in the form of leeches and other creatures.

“Well…” Birkin was irritated. “Look at the time, Wesker!”

Birkin pointed to one of the monitors. There, two people were seen. A young couple, but no doubt that it was not a romantic rendezvous which had brought them to this place, both were armed.

“Well, well, this is amusing.” Wesker, whose interest had suddenly been reawakened, got up from his chair.

“The woman is a member of S.T.A.R.S.. Rebecca Chambers is her name. I do not know the man. Looks like Bravo Team got lost here. I wonder if they took the Ecliptic Express?”

“You know the woman?”

“She works for me.”

“And what do we do now?”

Wesker shrugged his shoulders.

“Lean back and watch. Find me images of Marcus!”

What do you mean…” Birkin began looking from camera to camera. While he worked on the keyboard of the control panel, he sang his strange little song.

“Who’s afraid of Marcus? Nobody, nobody…”


Wesker 4

“They have done well to get this far.” Said Birkin with a tone of sincere admiration.

“What did you expect? S.T.A.R.S. is an elite unit of the police.”

“Yes, but even the guy with the tattoos. I wonder who that is?”

“I overheard the police radio. That’s Billy Coen, a former marine. He was convicted by a military tribunal and sentenced to death. The guy has killed 23 civilians.” Wesker said cheerfully.

“These two would make wonderful data just ready to be gathered. Fortune seems to be favouring us this time.”

“You really are an incorrigible optimist. Birkin. What do you intend to do?”

Birkin looked at the monitor. No, he started at himself positively. But his focus was not directed at the monitor itself, but the thoughts inside his own brain. Finally, he nodded vigorously and said: “The T-Virus is actually completed. Thus we can transform this whole fucking waste into highly useful compost. However…I aim at something still higher. It would still be possible for me to create an even more powerful virus. Theoretically, it is even completed already. All that remains is for it to be trial tested.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Further research.”


“Exactly,” said Birkin.

“Why would you want to perform a test at an already contaminated place such as this? Do you want to use those two as test subjects?”

“Even I would not care! If I could eliminate this whole shit storm in one go…”

“The plan for the reclamation of the Training Centre is doomed to failure”, objected Wesker.

“Why is that?” Birkin asked in astonishment.

“Somebody has to take responsibility for the release of the virus.”

“But that’s Marcus’ fault, not mine.”

“Umbrella will not last much longer.”

“…What…what are you talking about?”

Birkin sounded as though the end of the world had just been announced. He had worked for a long time under the care of Spencer. For Birkin, Umbrella was the world in which he lived. Outside it was just a poor, shitty world. And he would not dream of putting one step into this world.

“You do not mean to leave?” Birkin asked anxiously. Instead of an answer Wesker got up from his chair. Birkin protested: “Hey, wait a minute! What is this…”

Wesker turned away from the screens and began to walk with quick steps.
“Hey! You cannot be serious! What will become of all my research? My research!”

Wesker paused and answered, without turning around. “Do not worry. The research will continue. The T-Virus is almost finished. The data that I was able to gather here, that is the ultimate souvenir. All that remains is to collect combat data. And for that reason, the task force S.T.A.R.S. was formed. I will bring them into the mansion. You can stay here and research to your heart’s content. Here, for you!” Wesker threw something at Birkin and left the room. Birkin looked at the object Wesker had just tossed him. It was a key with the logo of Umbrella Corporation.

“Damn. What a bastard! A complete fucking asshole!”

Birkin pounded repeatedly on the table with his fist. Was this really the end? He was so worked up that he could feel no pain. On the table there was already bloodstains. He gritted his teeth so tightly that they crunched. He looked for a moment like a madman, staring at his own fist, from which the blood poured, and then Birkin began speaking to himself in a hoarse voice. He spoke to himself, and it sounded like the monologues of a man who had lost his obvious mental balance. “You know it…but from all over here…and you know it yourself…are not stupid…you know it only too well…the thing is gone…so…that is need…destroy everything before it becomes even worse there.”

Birkin flipped the cover over the switch for activating the self-destruct device on the control panel. Among them were two key holes. Birkin put the key which he had received from Wesker into one and turned it. Then he undid his own key from his necklace and put it into the adjacent hole. Birkin turned the second key and watched as a valve opened up in the middle of the control panel, under which was a red button.

“This is probably the end,” muttered Birkin quietly. His excitement seemed at once like it was gone.



The train was derailed and overturned. It was the train that had brought Rebecca and her companion here, the Ecliptic Express. The front car of the train was derailed and destroyed, smoke still rose from the ruins. Two men stood amongst the smoke, their expressions unreadable.They were tall men with muscular chests. Both wore long coats that hid their bodies, but even so it was obvious that they were both well trained physically. The first man held a knife with three blades arranged asymmetrically like something used in ancient Indian antiquities. Wesker, who had arrived from the research centre through the underground passage, threw the two just a quick glance and was about to walk past them.

"Going somewhere, Comerade Wesker?"

Wesker paused and answered, without looking at his questioner. "I'm on my way to my next mission, Colonel Sergei Vladimir."

The man, Sergei, made a greasy looking grin. If it was a grin, then you had to assume that the more human side of his personality was obviously broken.

"The plan for the reactivation of the training centre was your idea. You were charged with the implementation. And now we have this fiasco. One might think you owe an explanation, Wesker." Sergei smiled, as if he had just made a successful joke.

In contrast, the countenance of the man behind him remained remarkably impassive. His face was stiff and cold as ice. So rigid was it in fact that one could quite easily have regarded it as a very intricately designed mask.Granted, Sergei's eerie grin had something mask-like. In any case, there was no doubt that these two guys had very little humanity within them. But Wesker at this point did nothing to point this fact out. The Commander of S.T.A.R.S. ignored Sergei's request and wanted to go.

"You want to go without simply answering for it do you?"

"The T-Virus has broken out. The training center is lost. It will be blown up in a few moments."

"Blown up? You do not say, comerade. I think I need to clarify something here. We have jointly committed to Lord Spencer. We are comerades. Unilateral action by individuals cannot be tolerated," said Sergei. He played with the clean knife in his hand and pointed the gleaming blade directly at Wesker. Sergei's face wore a devilish grin.

But Wesker was not intimidated. He met Sergei's eyes for a moment in silence and then said; "You probably belong to the bracket of men who gladly allow themselves to be dominated."

Sergei looked at Wesker in amazement.

"Restricted guys like you are always asked by someone who dominates and controls.," continued Wesker. "And you know why? Because you cannot make one single decision on your own. You think that you serve Lord Spencer but you are wrong. You simply are controlled by someone who dominates you. You are a robot. Your stupid mass is afraid of nothing more than change. As long as nothing changes for you, you do not care if anyone else is ruling and dominating you. Yes, they often do not get it again."

"What do you mean?"

"The fact that one day you will eventually work for me, Sergei."

Upon hearing this, Sergei laughed ostentatiously. "You really are as stupid as they say, Wesker! But I love conceited, arrogant guys like you! You know, every person fits physical pain. And people like you have physical pain. And people like you are no exception. I am looking forward to it! I can not wait to see you crawling on the ground and see you whimper for mercy with tears of blood after it had pierced your eyes, tore your fingernails right out, and pulled out each tooth individually!"
Sergei stuck his tongue out,grinning widely now. He pressed the blade of his knife into his mouth and pulled back sharply, still grinning. On his tongue, a straight line appeared, made from the pouring deep red blood.

"Pain is the messenger of the gods. It is the bond that unites us human beings with the gods. And I think you have earned something like this. I speak from pain, which is a gift from the gods. Ivan! Show him what it means to feel pain!"

The man, who had been standing behind Sergei the whole time, moved forward with smooth movements. He was a big build, and his body moved like a spring. Before Wesker he came to a halt. At the same moment, Wesker shot him without the slightest hesitation. Id did not seem to bother him to shoot another man. On the other hand - his opponent was not really just a 'man.' Although Ivan was hit by a volley from Wesker's kalashnikov, it seemed to make little difference to him. A little blood and flesh splattered, and Ivan took a few steps forward having suffered little significant visible damage. However, this did not seem to surprise Wesker one bit.

"Just as I suspected," he murmured under his breath.




November 13th 1967

After having finished my work and leaving New York I finally arrived at the Mansion around 6.00pm. The hall is very spacious. The central stairs leading to the second floor are also impressive. All these things make me nostalgic all over again. Designing the plans of this place is the work I'm most proud of.

From the day I first showed the model to Ozwell E. Spencer in his office, until the completion of the building, took me 5 years. Spencer's orders were really difficult and I had to call upon all of my energy and ingenuity to realize it. At first sight no-one would suspect anything to be out of the ordinary. While turning to face me, Lord Spencer shakes the white hairs from his shoulders.

He has an impressive stature, and at the first glance, one can feel that he has a high level of self-confidence. He initially announces me that my wife Jessica and my daughter returned to visit to their aunt Emma, who is ill, and then we lift our glasses and toast. We are the only ones to know about the numerous secrets contained within this building. Deeply satisfied with this complicity, we taste the wine.


The dining room is amazing. There is an incredible variety of food laid out harmoniously on a large table in mahogany wood. When someone would raise their eyes, they could see a statue of a goddess, in "Rodin" style, on the second floor which seems to observe us with desire. But despite all this splendor, the banquet can only be enjoyed by two guests ( Spencer and I ). We only hear the quiet clicking noise of the clock needles. Ahhh, if only Jessica and Lisa were there!

According to Spencer, they arrived three days before me and appreciated the house well. Lisa in particular benefited from the Spencer's kindness and was able to use the piano amongst others. She reportedly played the "Moonlight Sonata" from Beethoven ( her specialty ). In this evening of full moon where the melody seemed to surpass the satellite floating above the forest which surrounds the house, Spencer had congratulated my wife for this superb moment. I imagine proudly that their two faces had to illuminate with pleasure.


November 14, 1967

Lord Spencer guided me around in the mansion. He opened the doors of several rooms. Those rooms are decorated with the most marvelous art pieces: paintings of De Vinci, sculptures of Rapha?l...
In one of the rooms the eye of a stuffed beast had strangely sparkled, and in another room armors of Middle Age Knights were aligned in good order close to their captain.
All these art pieces were collected by Lord Spencer during past years and he deserves well to be one of the richest men on earth.

" Do you like that? I wish to use this residence as a seaside resort, for a new company. I foresaw that, not only for the employees, but also for the guests could use it. "

His project is to design an international industrial medicine company. He told me that its company would be called " Umbrella". But I wonder why he hid as many things in his residence. He can say that he wants to make a seaside resort but it's exaggerated. Even in the case his actions had been led by his passion.

November 18, 1967

My family hasn't come back yet. " Is Aunt Emma that sick? ". I doubt it. The telephone is not installed, which is not very convenient. I went out to the second floor terrace to clear my mind. Crows, perched on a rail, looked at me and pushed strange croakings.

I had a dark intuition. I continuously have the strange impression of being observed... I saw an astonishing thing, in a small court. It is a ladder leading down into an underpass, which is masked by a waterfall. " It is not my work. When was this thing built then?? "

While I was questioning myself, three men in white lab coats appeared abruptly while saying: " Who are you? You should not walk around freely ".

And they drove me out.


November 20, 1967

There is no trace of the shotgun my wife had offered Spencer for his birthday. I'm smoking a cigarette in the room where a broken shotgun can be found and estimate that it can fool people and pass for the original. I wonder who exchanged Spencer's shotgun for this unusable shotgun and why?
Neither my wife, nor my daughter have reappeared and I getting very concerned. My rich employer informed me that my family and I couldn't remain at the mansion any longer and when I suggested that I could join them tomorrow, he laughed and said that it was useless to worry myself like that.

November 21, 1967

Luggage was gathered and somebody led me into a large room, without openings, on the first floor reserved for the receptions. As the Lord hadn't arrived yet, I was observing the paintings in company of a man in a white lab coat. He was one of the three unknown men on the courtyard.
" Life is rich and short ". On the paintings, which were exposed on the wall, time was represented by the life of a man, from his birth to his death.

" Your family is dead now ", laughed the man while he was looking at me slyly. Time seemed to stop. What was he talking about? At the same moment I felt a terrible pain at the bottom of my neck, and I broke down on the floor.


November 24, 1967

How could he have become this kind of man? What happened here? And what is the objective of this company called " Umbrella "?

I was imprisoned in this room and time passed slowly. " The objective is to keep all this as a secret, and since you are an unknown... " One day, a man in a white blouse said this to me while bringing revolting food.

What secret is more important than a human life?

Lord Spencer and me are the two only ones to know the secrecies of this manor, and if I die, he will be the only holder of this knowledge. Is it for that reason we have these creatures which prowl around the premises of the Manor? I cannot remain here and be eaten or worse. It is necessary that I escape from here.

The question is to know if, since the beginning, I didn't quite simply build my own prison. When I was creating this manor, and in accordance with Lord Spencer's strange fascination for enigmas, I conceived a way to escape for whoever would find himself imprisoned there.
It would seem that Lord Spencer wants to test this method on me...

At this moment, one of the countless creatures which infest the floor and the ceiling, fell from the ceiling onto my body. For an unknown reason, it seemed to attract them. I jumped instinctively backwards and while getting upright I trampled a great number of them. What are these creatures? Ants

November 27, 1967

I finally succeeded to escape from this room. But nobody can exit from the Manor on snap of a finger. You need the crests, the missing eye from the tiger's statue and the gold emblem. I can't occupy myself to find something else! I have no time for this.


November 28th, 1967

I can't find the words for it. A plant, absurdly gigantic, fills a whole room. God could not have created such a thing.

November 30th, 1967

It is impossible to get out. It is impossible to come out of the room. A phantom laboratory, leading into a kind of underground cave without visible exit. And finally, I found it:

One of the high-heeled shoes and the memory, that behind all it I will find a passage. Jessica. Were my wife and my daughter subjected to the same destiny as me? No, I will escape at all cost, as they did before me.


December 5th, 1967

My throat is dehydrated. I didn't eat for many days and I don't know how much time I'll still resist. I am becoming insane.

Why? Because I am like a rat, hopelessly trying to escape from a laboratory labyrinth. Does my fascination for the abnormal architecture of this residence was so reprehensible?

December 7th, 1967

I am in a dark and wet underground secret conduit. And there, suddenly, something monstrous opposite of me... I scrape my last match with a trembling hand. A tombstone is here with my name engraved on it. What kind of a psychopath would make a similar thing?

"George Trevor" isn't me? Spencer calculated since the beginning, that I would come up to here to take my breath, and prepared my tomb. Realising, with success, to direct my attention away from each useful way to escape. Jessica, please forgive me. Little time... It's the time that remains me before joining you in paradise.

George Trevor

WESKER'S REPORT  (Jump to next...)

{10th Anniversary Edition}

"My name is Albert Wesker.

I aspired to become a leading researcher at Umbrella Inc. A pharmaceutical enterprise who covertly conduction Bio Organic Weapons, better known as B.O.W., for development. But at the leader development training ground situated in Raccoon City, I met a brilliant and talented researcher who decided to take a different path - William Birkin.

In time I shifted my position to S.T.A.R.S., a special forces unit of the Raccoon Police Department. Umbrella, for crisis management reasons of their illegal Bio Organic Weapons development had many of its people working in the police department.

I became the leader of S.T.A.R.S. and conducted all sorts of intelligence activities for Umbrella. As I continued to serve I devised my own plans and waited for the right moment to execute them.
Then at last, opportunity knocked.

July 24, 1998

The freak murder incidents that had occurred in the forest near the mansion started it all. The mansion was Umbrella's secret B.O.W. laboratory and it was clear that the in development T-Virus was the cause of the murder.

Initially, Umbrella instructed me secretively to keep S.T.A.R.S. out of the case, but with the heightened emotions of the citizens S.T.A.R.S. had no choice but to move in.

That was when my next order was given. Dispatch S.T.A.R.S. to the mansion, dispose of them, then report the situation to headquarters so that their combat with the B.O.W. could be used for data analysis allowing Umbrella a comprehensive portrait of the B.O.W.'s combat abilities.

From the two S.T.A.R.S. teams I first pitched in the Bravo Team. As expected, the top elite of S.T.A.R.S. gave all they had and became useful sample data. Then following, I geared up the Alpha Team to "search and rescue" the lost Bravo Team. The members of the Alpha Team also proved their worth and as expected many died.

There were five Survivors from the initial eleven S.T.A.R.S. members. From the Alpha Team were Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Barry Burton. And from the Bravo Team were Rebecca Chambers and Enrico Marini.

It was time to begin executing my plans. In the midst of the whole affair I could take Umbrella's ultimate Bio-Organic Weapon, the Tyrant, and join forces with an opposing corporation of Umbrella. To buy into that opposing corporation I would need the actual combat data of the Tyrant.
The surviving privileged members of S.T.A.R.S. were just the perfect bait. I decided to have one of them play the Judas and draw them to the Tyrant.

That Judas was Barry.

Barry was the strong truth and justice kind and cherished his family more than anything. His type is easy to manipulate. I just took that most important thing away from him. My only miscalculation was the high potential of Chris and Jill. But with the family man Barry playing Judas, the scheme went as planned.

Then the winds turned unexpectedly.

I had to eliminate Enrico who found out what was behind it all. I used Barry to get to him. After I successfully got rid of that nuisance I awaited the sample specimen that Barry would bring to me in the Tyrants room.

I injected the virus I obtained from Birkin in advance. If I made Umbrella believe I was dead, it made it far more convenient to sell myself to the opposing corporation. According to Birkin the virus had profound effects. It would put my body in a state of temporary "death." It would then bring me back to life with super human powers. Therefore I unleashed an awesome Tyrant from its slumber and let it attack me.

As my consciousness faded away I was certain that the whole scheme would end in success.
Never did I imagine that S.T.A.R.S. could slay the evil creation. I lost the Tyrant and the plan I devised which cost me my humanity ended in failure. Now anything and anyone who stood in my way would be terminated. It's been that way for a long time and it always will be. At all costs I had to make S.T.A.R.S. pay.


Two months had passed since the mansion incident. To regain everything I had lost in my new organization I joined hands with Ada Wong, a female agent who was also sent to spy on Umbrella.
I knew in my bones that the key developer was William Birkin, but what he didn't know was that Umbrella did not play games... with anyone. Eventually, Birkin would be assassinated, and the G-Virus would be in the hands of Umbrella.

But the salvage team led by Hunk was ahead of us. By the time they got to Birkin, he'd already injected himself with the G-Virus... he became his own creation, and decimated them.
Soon after, the T-Virus carried by rats spread throughout Raccoon City, and Umbrella faced its worst scenario.

September 28th

The good citizens became zombies, and the city had headed for its devastating fate. Humans were no match against zombies.

In the chaos, Umbrella Europe applied a new type B.O.W., called "Nemesis". The Nemesis would hunt down and destroy the surviving member of S.T.A.R.S., Jill. It became imperative that our organization would also obtain the Nemesis data.

September 29th

To cover up the whole affair, Umbrella jettisoned a Tyrant to take care of Leon and Claire, who were trying to unveil their secrets.

Then, a new revelation. Birkin used to hide the findings of his studies in his daughter Sherry's pendant. It was very possible that the G-Virus was there. While Umbrella was busy with their cover up, we had to capture Sherry before they did. I sent Ada undercover to seek the location of Sherry. I, the "dead man" on the other hand, had to work in the shadows.

A spy's obligation and priority is in the mission, to carry out the mission like a machine without any emotional interference.

But through her interaction and involvement with Leon S. Kennedy, there'd been an affection growing inside her.

My instincts sensed danger, something had to be done, quickly. My instincts did not disappoint me. Even though Ada almost had her hands on the G-Virus, which Leon had acquired from Sherry, that affection of hers drove her to her death. But she was still of some use. I had to save her life. My people hurried to retrieve the G-Virus that Leon threw away. But Hunk, the only survivor of Umbrella's salvage team, was there before us.

September 30th

Our only option left was to bring back Birkin, the monster, as the sample specimen and have him finish off Leon and Claire in order to obtain his combat data. Although Birkin lost the battle to Leon and Claire, we succeeded in gathering samples of the G-Virus from his dead body.

October 1st

In the morning the government bombed Raccoon City in an attempt to stop the viral outbreak. This was, of course, their feigned reason.

Later, Claire left for Europe to find her lost brother Chris, and Leon joined forces with a underground anti-Umbrella organization."

ADA'S REPORT  (Jump to next...)

Report 1

The only reason I've taken on this mission is to get closer to my own objective. No matter what happens, I can't let anyone figure that out. Of course, hiding in the shadows isn't my style. I'll have to reveal myself to him and offer advice once in a while.

Here's what I know so far.

Osmund Saddler's cult is known as Los Illuminados. They've resurrected some sort of parasitic organism they call Las Plagas. That's all my organization knows for sure, though Saddler's occult activities seem worthy of investigation.

The Salazar family, castellans for generations, possess the ability to control Las Plagas. The organization's hypothesis is that a unique frequency of sonic wave sensed only by the parasites is used to control them. The same principle used in dog whistles.

This was inferred through the analysis of a tissue sample we retrieved. The tissue contained an organ presumably used for sensing sound waves. I've seen cult members carrying ceremonial rods and I wonder if they emit these sounds. Of course, this is purely theoretical.

The organization needs samples of the parasite to confirm or disprove these theories. That is the main objective of my mission and the only way to prove my loyalty to the organization. The opening moves in this chess game have been played. There's no turning back now.

Report 2

Among all the people involved in this, Luis Sera has the least entanglements. He works for no organizations, preferring to move on his own. I'm the one who told the organization of his impotance. I did it because I like him. His history betrays an enthusiasm I once shared.

It was a stroke of luck that I managed to intercept his e-mail for help. It seems he can't trust the police, so he sent the e-mail to an old friend from college. He must have thought his friend was still alive. At any rate, that's how I managed to find him.

Apparently, he'd been conducting his own investigation of the cult while doing research on Las Plagas. A brilliant scientist. He's accumulated a pile of data and pieced it all together. Must be why Saddler hired him. Too bad Sera's snooping has aroused his suspicion.

When I told him who I was, he practically begged to be taken into custody. He needed protection. He said, "I have no love for Las Plagas or this stupid cult. I want out. I just want peace and quiet again." I ordered him to bring me a master Plaga specimen - a sample - for evidence.

Looks like he's one of the few people whom Saddler actually trusts. Tracking him down and getting my hands on the sample shouldn't be difficult. I doubt the cult will take kindly to his escape, though. I'll have to guide this along if I want it to go smoothly.

Report 3

Jack Krauser has been the subject of extensive study and research by the organization. His skills and personality have been tested both on and off the battlefield. If he weren't the best, he would have become a liability that would jeopardize the rest of us.

My conclusion? He's a great soldier. No more. No less. As long as he's well compensated, he shouldn't cause any problems for us. If he does start to get restless, I can take care of him. I've studied his combat style and can deal with that arm of his if necessary.

Krauser answers directly to Wesker, and it was Wesker who decided that Krauser should be sent to spy on the cult. He also decided to send me along. I wonder if it wasn't to keep an eye on Krauser.
No doubt, Krauser has already fallen to the temptation of Las Plagas and the power they represent. This could have dire consequences for the organization. On some level, however, this may be a necessary developement, as his role is to disrupt this farce of a play.

That said, the stage and its players will ultimately come crashing down in the end. Bad luck for him, but he'll play the patsy in the end and take the fall for all of us. That's why I need to make sure things keep going exactly as they are.

Report 4

Leon S. Kennedy... Perhaps the most essential part of this mission. This story wouldn't be complete without him and his formidable survival skills. He has what it takes to survive against overwhelming odds. I've seen him do it before. And he's improved since then.

Practically a genius, he has smarts and he knows how to use them. On top of that, his service as a government agent has toughened him up. I'll work behind the scenes to make him think he's the primary player here, though it may be naive of me to think that'll be easy.

Of course, his role didn't exist at all until a few months ago. Back then, my role was much simpler, too. But that was before the President's daughter was abducted and Leon was dispatched alone to find her. Talk about a major script revision.

I don't think I need to worry. Leon's been through worse and always comes up smelling like roses. HIs consistent luck is part of the reason why I have absolute and unshakable faith in my vision of what's in store for him.

Report 5

It wasn't easy, but I'd say the mission has been a success. Getting my hands on the sample was my initial objective, after all. But I've sent Wesker a different present, just as the organization ordered. Pretending to work with him was entertaining.

Albert Wesker... I wonder where he's headed next. Something tells me this whole affair was just a taste of what he's got in store. To him, Umbrella represented power. He used it to hide behind while he made plans of his own. And now the umbrella's been folded.

With the sanctuary of their old umbrella ruined, those in power struggle to erect a new one. They are aware of their own crookedness and deceit as they engage in their personal war of light and darkness. That's why Wesker will stop at nothing in opening his new umbrella.

The giant pharmaceutical corporation S maintains medical and drug facilities the world over. We know for certain that Wesker has been in contact with them following Umbrella's demise. There's no doubt we'll hear from him there. The organization must remain vigilant.

But Wesker's not stupid. He knows exactly what the organization is thinking. He and I still have time to continue our little game of cat and mouse before the next move is played.
This mission may be over, but the battle is just beginning.


WESKER'S EXTRA REPORT  (Jump to next...)

An interesting incident...

There were strange goings on in a small village in the region of the Russian Caucasus. As a result, the inhabitants of the village were very troubled by what was happening. They believed that a legendary creature called 'Almas' had returned to life.

This incident brought me to mind the first murders that happened in Raccoon Forest five years ago.

Three miles from the village there is an old chemical plant that was built during the Soviet era. According to reports, the present owners have transferred to an individual from a famous European noble family.

Five years ago, the owner of the factory invested money in building a huge underground research centre. Geological soil analysis shows that there is a hard layer of rock salt which makes it ideal for the construction of such a facility.

It seems the puzzle has been solved.

In the five years since the destruction of Raccoon City, Umbrella has been living shamelessly on borrowed time. The American government had brought to light all the mistakes of the company. Despite its poll on accountability of the virus outbreak, the collapse of their stock prices, the unfolding court campaign; the death sentence was suspended. The fact that 'he' still had important connections and relationships within the government was a stroke of luck for Umbrella.

It was only a matter of time before Umbrella’s revival became known. B.O.W. that was being supplied as weapons began to appear in conflict regions. Below the surface, a system for the production of biological weapons was devised and they were using a ship to transport these weapons.

I must seize this opportunity. The T-Virus has a variety of effects that brings about mutation and sells itself. The virus is merely a production tool for development of biological weapons and when left unchecked, only trivial random mutations cannot be predicted.

Only a truly suitable alchemist deserves the power of the ‘philosopher’s stone’. Anyone else is expendable.
Eventually, all things Umbrella must come to an end…


REPORT ABOUT BILLY  (Jump to next...)

22nd July, 1998
From: United States of America Navy Department
Naval Legal Service Command
By the Governing Authority, Office of the Judge Advocate General,
under authority of the Vice-Chief of Naval Operations

To: Office of Naval Archives

General court-martial hearing summary judgement and sentencing proceeding

On this 22nd day in the month of July, 1998, court-martial defendant and former Marine Lieutenant of the Second Class, Billy Coen, referred to hereafter as 'Defendant,' has been found guilty of all charges pertaining to case 3M-40059-A6565, by we, a duly appointed panel of Military jurors, under the authority and instruction of a Military Judge with all vested authority, Colonel Thomas A. Festerberger, referred to hereafter as 'military authority' in conjunction with the appointed military jury panel. During the course of said hearing, the testimony of which is contained in full portion in U.S Navy Form 4454R-07221998-COEN, we, the military authority, did summarily find Defendant Coen guilty of all charges. Henchforth, the defendant is stripped of all rank, all military benefits and salary are cancelled, and the military service pension of the defendant is revoked.

Due to the intense nature of the crimes with which the defendant is charged, we the assembled military court determined that sentencing be carried out without further delay, and without recognising commentary or rebuttal from the defendant, hence the combination of Summary Judgement and Sentancing Proceeding in single form. For the estimated deaths of twenty-three of his fellow marines, said defendant was forthwith sentenced by appointed military judge Col. Festerberger to the maximum penalty of death by hanging in a military prison. The military authority did then specify that the defendant by removed to confinemnt quarters, and from there be transported by Military Police escort to the Lexon Base.

Source: Bradygames Official Resident Evil Zero Strategy Guide



MISSION: Tactical Investigation and Team Retrieval
AGENCY: S.T.A.R.S. {Special Tactics and Rescue Service}
UNIT: Alpha Team
LOCALE: Raccoon Forest, Arklay Mountain Range


Dispatch Alpha Team to sweep northwestern Raccoon Forest area and rescue missing members of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team. The secondary unit was previously dispatched t investigate the source of strange homicides occuring in and around the Raccoon City district.

Victims show signs of a struggle and mastication {partially eaten}. Strange reports from local witnesses describe a group of roughly ten suspected individuals emerging from and returning to the forest and mountains surrounding the town. Bravo Team dispatched to investigate possibility of murderous cannibal cult dwelling in the northwest woodlands.

Source: Bradygames Resident Evil Official Strategy Guide


WESKER 6  (Jump to next...)

Wesker had long since shed his white lab coat and left the Training Centre at speed in order to immediately make his way to the meeting place. There he had to don his second face; that of Captain of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team. He had led his men into the woods where the monsters were waiting for them. The Alpha Team was instructed to trace the Bravo Team, who had been missing in action since the previous night. At least, that was what the official order had been and it seemed perfectly reasonable, given the circumstances. Wesker was the only one that knew from the outset what his team were going to expect in this hell they were going to. In the end, only two of his team members would make it to the mansion alive; Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine.

For Wesker, so far everything had gone as expected. Although perhaps it would be more accurate to say that everything went according to plan for Wesker. How far would the developed biological weapons fare under real combat conditions - under combat conditions with well-trained operatives? This question would be answered in a large-scale experiment. And that was the real reason that Wesker had the Alpha Team lured to the mansion.

Would the biological weapons be a match against a battle-hardened and fearless elite unit such as S.T.A.R.S.? All data, which would contribute an answer to this question, would be fully recorded. A tiny module had been integrated into the helmet of each team member, which recorded everything from vital body functions and miniature digital cameras that were attached to the headsets of the soldiers. Wesker would collect all the memory cards from the modules after the mission was over. He wondered how the mutant creatures would react against his men and what strategies they would adopt when fighting? What tactics would both sides use? These were the questions Wesker was hoping to find answers to.

Accompanied by his last two remaining team members, he entered the mansion. Three surviving members of an originally six man strong team; - these figures alone at a glance made it clear what unrelenting harshness Alpha Team would face in the coming hours.

Finally, the team had fled from a pack of half-decayed black dogs and made it into the mansion. When they were finally behind the safety of the front door, they were greeted by a pervasive atmosphere of calm. The continuous struggle of the last few minutes suddenly appeared like a distant dream. They stood in the spacious hall. But before they could plan their next move, they suddenly heard the sound of gunfire in the distance coming from somewhere within the mansion. The three responded bluntly.

“I’ll go and check it out,” Said Chris.

“I’m coming too!” replied Jill.

“Be careful, people.” Ordered Wesker. “I will stay and hold this position. We will meet again in 30 minutes, right here.”

After synchronizing their watches, the two were on their way to the door that led to the dining room. Jill and Chris had only been gone a few seconds when Wesker sprung into action. He knew this mansion like the back of his hand, no wonder after all, the mansion was owned by Umbrella Corporation. Wesker ran to the wall opposite. There, behind a painting, there was a tiny slot. Wesker fished a card from his pocket and placed it into the slot. As if by magic part of the wall opened very quietly and very slowly, revealing a passage into an adjacent room. This was the control room.
On the walls of the control room, 25 screens were lined up. The pictures flickered over them, showing in detail what was going on inside the mansion. Wesker would not have to explore every room like Chris and Jill would, he could see everything from here on out. He settled on a very functional acting chair in front of the wall of screens. Everything that happened from inside the mansion would be observed from this control room and recorded.

“Well, let’s get started,” Wesker said to himself, and began to operate the switchboard. One of the monitors showed his two team members as they moved through the dining room. The duo crossed the dining room and stepped through a door at the end of the room into the adjoining room. There, a figure whose movements looked somewhat monotonous and mechanical. At first glance it looked like a man, but in reality it was not human. It was a former-man, a living-dead man. A zombie.
Wesker hit a button and zoomed in closer. The zombie was crouched there, holding someone in its arms. Not to protect him of course, but to feast on him. The camera zoomed in closer to the face of the man being eaten alive.

“Kenneth…”, mumbled Wesker and he grinned mockingly. “What a shame. “So shortly before the finish…”

The man was Kenneth Sullivan, a member of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team. Wesker watched the dying man for a while, but the images soon bored him. Again, he flicked a switch and focused on another of the monitors. It looked as though he had come across some survivors from Bravo Team. Wesker could see a woman holding a man in his arms. The man was Richard Aiken and the woman was Rebecca Chambers. Wesker brought up the vital functions of the two members on another of the monitors. “This guy will not live,” muttered Wesker and reached into a drawer, pulling out an aluminium box. He tapped in a PIN code, and the lid of the casket opened. Inside the casket was a shot kit with a bottle of fluid and a vial for pumping the fluid into a syringe. He rolled up his sleeve and plunged the needle into the vein of his arm. In the clear vial he watched the mingled red threads of his own blood mix with the pus-yellow liquid in the syringe, he pushed down on the plunger. For a moment, the captain of Alpha Team pulled a twisted little face. Then he took a deep breath. On the monitor it was obvious his men had begun firing upon the zombie that had eaten their comrade. Wesker’s breathing became faster and shallower. On his forehead, tiny beads of sweat began to appear and the vein on his temple was pulsing. Wesker gritted his teeth until he could hear them crunch. A sudden pain like a thousand hot needles perforated his body. The glowing feeling dispersed in his body for a moment, then it gathered up again and travelled from here to there. Wesker endured the pain without a single complaint. He possessed an almost superhuman stamina. An ordinary man in such pain would have already fainted, perhaps even died from shock.

On the monitors it was visible that one zombie after another had been left in a shower of blood and flesh on the ground. Again and again, more shots rang out. Between all this Wesker could hear the sound of his own heavy breathing. He began to tremble violently all over his body. Then he could hold out no longer and Wesker slid slowly out of the chair and onto the floor. There he lay curled up like an embryo. The violent shaking and trembling continued. For a while, he flapped his limbs wildly and uncoordinated.

Then, suddenly, the pain disappeared. It was as if a strong wind had driven out the dark clouds in his mind and opened up the clear blue of the sky. Everything appeared to Wesker in absolute clarity and distinctness. For Wesker, it was a feeling as if he had lived his entire life up until that point blindfolded. Something tore in his head, and burst out, like the birth of a new star in boundless universe that expanded inside his brain. And then Wesker remembered. He remembered what it must have been like to be born as a primitive life inside a hot and oppressive sea, comparing himself to the very first organic compounds that had the ability to reproduce. And now the endoskeleton had arisen inside of him as he had been given a portal, back from the completion of the very first small brain right through to the current dominant organism humans had become. He remembered the whole 3.8 billion years.

And then Wesker knew it. He knew what he was now; he was standing at the summit of 3.8 billion years of evolution. Wesker laughed. He laughed heartily and was holding his stomach with laughter. Then he reached fro his sunglasses and glanced at the two ‘monkeys’ who were busily hopping about on the screen. What poor, primitive creatures, thought Wesker. Mere intermediate products on the long road to evolution…


It was dawn on July 25th when the disturbing events surrounding the mansion drew to a temporary close. The S.T.A.R.S. unit of the Raccoon City Police Department had been virtually wiped out completely. Only Chris and a few friends had survived. Evidence that bore witness to what went on in the property were all burnt up now. At least so it seemed. For just before the self-destruct explosion took place, in the catacombs beneath the lab, something remarkable took place…

Dust danced in the darkness. Again and again the tannoy blared from the loudspeakers and called on all employees to leave the building immediately. It did not have much time. But he was here, and his consciousness returned slowly. He knew he was no longer a man. He had been dead. Yes, he could still clearly remember the cold and darkness of death. To conquer that death had been Wesker’s biggest goal. The situation had required that he himself had died. Albert Wesker; employee of the Umbrella Corporation, was dead, he no longer existed. And there were people who could testify to that. The organism that was Wesker had died the moment the Tyrant had caught him. His body was no longer that of a man. Though his skull was shattered and half his brain matter had been crushed, he lived. All the tormenting pain had vanished in the moment in which he advanced towards death as a human. And the virus created by Birkin had done its work inside Wesker’s body, converting the intense pain to a completely opposite feeling; joy. Wesker could feel the joy of being alive. He was resurrected as a member of a new human race, and he experienced the sweet taste of this sensation like a swim through golden honey. And all this, from the very beginning, had been part of Wesker’s plan. He now did no longer have to guess what it was like to be reborn in another form.
Wesker came back from the abyss of nothingness. And at the moment of his awakening, he realised that his old life had been one, long sleep. It was even more than that; the whole of mankind lay in slumber. The people, the supposed ‘pinnacle of creation’, were not much better than monkeys! Wesker knew he had now risen above humanity, yes, he would be the new and true ruler of all things and beings. And now he had to prepare everything so that he could reign as lord and master of a new era. Of that Wesker was convinced. His ability to think did not seem to have been damaged; he could see things now even more clearly than ever before.

It seemed like the Tyrant had been defeated. Wesker had been able to feel its death, as if they had communicated a weak vibration between themselves. And soon shortly the whole laboratory here would fly up into the air. He had to hurry up to be away from the building before then. But before that he had something that needed to be done. Wesker got up and moved towards his goal, his goal was the laboratory. More specifically, a room on the forth basement level of the laboratory. Wesker had the intention of taking all the research data from the plant. Only with this data would it be possible for him to gain control of everything. Now he was sitting in this room, working on a keyboard and staring up at the screen before him. But no matter what he did, the same word always appeared on the screen again and again, the word; ‘Deleted’.

“Damn it, Sergei has been busy here…” muttered Wesker.

A computerised voice spoke with quiet authority. “Due to the emergency situation, all data has been evacuated to U.M.F.-013. Albert Wesker. Those access rights to the mainframe were revoked by me.”

“What the hell…”

“My name is Red Queen. My primary task is to protect the Umbrella Corporation and the management of their facilities. My second job is to protect the lives of the employees of the Umbrella Corporation. My third task is to…”

“Shut up!” Cursed Wesker and drummed inconsistently at the control panel with both of his fists until it completely smashed. The machine was silent. Wesker’s eyes burned red with anger.