Wesker Report 11
[private, unhackable]
There was a time when I was weak. I survived, and swore that I would never be controlled, never be used, again. The world devours the weak, and it is only those who take their destiny into their own hands who triumph.
That's all I have to say on that subject.
On to more pertinent matters. "Zombies". I knew I was on to something.
The T-Virus... It was modeled off of another virus, one my superiors had already created. Birkin and I were on the research team that developed it. The idea was, to say the least, ambitious- to create a viral bioweapon that not only killed its targets, but reanimated them into bioweapons themselves with the sole purpose of infecting others. The research was a success.
We conquered death.
...but it is not the T-Virus that runs through my veins. I may not feel, but I think, I speak, I feel no craving for human flesh. What am I? What is this power that courses through me, begging to be used? We were trying to create the ultimate bioweapon. Am I the end result of that research?
I don't have the answers yet. But I will have them, one way or another.