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HUNK has left apharsites. Please defriend!

( Personal Report//Hand Written )

A good week after HUNK cut his ties with Wesker, he felt a sudden urge to go back. Pale and otherwise frustrated, he took off from the apartment buildings complete in combat gear, including his gas mask and helmet. He also brought his TMP and knife with him, in case he found something other than he boss. But really, he found that entirely unlikely ( Read more... )

( This is the end of your life. )

( Message left under Chris' door. )

Cravings. I haven't had them in years. The cigarettes won't stop it, liquor won't quench it. It's a horrible horrible craving.

I figured doing something about it would help, but nothing has helped it. It's time to go back and get another taste of the drug.

How fucking ridiculous.

Alexander Sierra

( Encrypted to the Reporter in Red )

William Birkin.

Things just got more complicated.

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( Who made up all the rules? We follow them like fools, believe them to be true, don't care to think them through. And I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry it's like this. I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry we do this. And it's ironic too. 'Cause what we tend to do. Is act on what they say. And then it is that way. )